You're gone, you're gone, you're going away.
I'll finally be at peace.
See you never are my last words.
We might as well have a feast.
I'll hop and skip and frolick with joy.
I'm free from your "awkward" stares.
You can't hurt us here anymore.
About you, I just don't care.
So let's have a feast and dance around.
The wicked witch is dead.
You're gone, you're gone, you're going away.
With you, you take the dread.
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venting. happy. she's gone!
*I didn't kill anyone. It's an expression.
