It was good I guess,
Nothing much, but with
Nothing much, but with
No one to impress.
Fun for a moment,
Fit to entertain,
But it feels just fine
As we fade away.
I'd tell you not to be sad, if for
A second I thought you were.
Truth is, we're all just fleeting
Figures walking in and out the door.
Everything is temporary, even
Mountains fall apart.
Not all ends come in flaming form,
Mushroom clouds are for special occasions.
This, darling, is just the changing
Of the capricious seasons.
Think of me what you will - good or ill
But I've been around a time or two,
Long enough to not need reasons.
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