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I'm slipping into grey.
And I was (in my way) good to you.
And you were good for me.
Bye Bye my love.
Going to play the End Game.
It's growing kind of still.
You know there always will be a dreamwaiting for you whensleep comes around.I had to play the End Game.
Bless us all. I must sayit was good, you know.
Keep me in mind fora re-match in warm snow.
The faces at the doorcouldn't have looked more lost to seeme waving as I brushaway a tear.
Gone to play the End Game.
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