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I'Ll Take a Bow
This requiem they play is for me, you know. For everything I've enjoyed I've squandered. I used to be lackadaisical and full of life, you know. But then my mind and my soul had wandered. The life set before me was promising and pure. The younger years were where it all started. I was exposed to the cold world premature. My cousin had gone, Heaven holds the faithful departed. My compatriots of the schoolyard were vulgar and brash. They would never bow down to a higher power. I ended up learning the hard way, and began with a thrash. We were watched by the teachers every minute of every hour. The grass was greener, the grass was fine. Until it became a habit. My grades had slipped, their was a sign. That this town for many years I would inhabit. I let her go, I regret it now. The habits come back for more. My lifes gone bad, I'll take a bow. For this act, I think, is done for.
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