Tribute to the end of endings
tribute to the wasted chances
whatever it takes who knows what I’ve got
stand back I’m keeping the strange romances
I’ve got a grain of optimism
At a crossing I refuse to kill it
Half a surprise I’m happy enough
Now whatever flows I’m going to spill it
Maybe now I’ve jinxed the magic
Gone lukewarm and ripe for spitting
Go go go for whatever’s going
better get while the good is getting
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