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(Thursday, 05.01.03)
...and so it ends, as all things must
the good things always do
that is their fate, to end
after their job is through
of touching many lives and
along the way maybe a heart or two
now the years have come and gone
the time-clock's ready, my card is due
I will leave this time of my life behind
But I hope though gone I leave for you
The love that is there, that is all I have
And that is truly what I may leave behind...
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