I'm trundling on, there's one month to a year.
I let it go, it's not that hard for me.
I have this vast foundation and no fear,
That everything is just as it should be.
It's been a welcome change to write a song,
Though I can feel it pulling at my throat,
I think perhaps it's been a bit too long
But still I long to sing what I just wrote.
So goodbye little semitones and cuffs,
And goodbye to the alcoholic miss
We put up with your teasing and your bluffs
And now I have no memory but this:
A sofa sitting spinster in a cage,
A rich girl spewing gossip like a sage.
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