Upon the eaves of tomorrow
I bid adieu in quiet sorrow
upon the weaves of today
I leave to wander quite astray
Upon the leaves of yesteryears
I speak of apologies in measures
Upon beliefs of the future
I rescind to the memories that I will treasure
Upon these words I tender
I to thee a farewell in gesture.
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