It's like I never left,
What is left of the time I spent away,
Who's there to be bereft?
Who is there to testify that I am,
And what good would that do,
For all those people who just seem to me,
To be doing just the same as I do?
What a waste of time for everybody,
Why question it at all?
Just live and let live in case others are,
And you meet aft you fall,
I mean you die,
But you don't cease to be,
Then have to live with those who you have wronged,
For an agonizing eternity.
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