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So Long My Friend (Olan L. Smith)

 So Long My Friend

Rondeau

So long my friend we mount this hill

To join on high..."Our hearts do fill,"

So whisper's courage blissful gate

We met upon the path our fate,

And who shall differ? Downfall's chill?

You raced ahead I join you nigh

For I will follow you this date

We met upon the stage to wait,

So long my friend.

Court not the throne without his will

Your ruin awaits the fiery kiln

The Devil lures with lust his mate

Be not the one who finds this fate;

I follow toward our home until,

So long my friend.

©2014 Olan L. Smith