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The stars are finally gone;
For a new path was chosen;
Where ranks can’t be leaned upon;
And where true words are spoken;
From now on why should I worry?
And why should I ponder?
When everything we love we’ll burry;
Down Six feet under;
For that past, I won’t care or weep;
And no more, shall I be Courteous;
And for that for once I sleep;
In the arms of Morpheus;
Now a free man I am, with a new path and tale;
And I pray it won’t lead back, to what’s on my trail.
©FAT 2018