THE LONG YEARS, SO MANY SEASONS SPENT, 

AND NOW, NOVEMBER SPREADS COLD HANDS 

AND DARK DECEMBER BECKONS. 

 

A SAD, SARDONIC FATE, MY FRIENDS: 

TO SPIN THROUGH A SUNLIT WORLD UNFIXED, 

AND AT THE END OF EVENING, FIND A WOMAN 

WHO MAKES YOU WANT TO LIVE FOREVER. 

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