To all those friends I once knew
And those I still do
This is our last but one drink
Our ship’s about to sink
But we won’t dread
The grim reaper and the dead
No, we won’t dread
The primrose path that lays ahead
The wind that blows
The rain that falls
Bare all the mysteries of our final days
To the muses I once knew
And those I still do
You made me give my life a meaning
Drove bright thoughts gleaming
Now I’d be thankful
If you would a hand lend
So not to dread
The inescapable at the end

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