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This is dedicated to a dear friend of mine.

There is a constant ringing

That is haunted by singing

Because you lost it all

All the echoes in the hall

It was your decision

That makes you feel this derision

And all of the exclusion

But that's my confusion

You wanted this

Not pain that you miss

So why the long face

When you wanted this disgrace.

I'm not trying to bash you

I'm just curious.

As to why you are furious.

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