If there’s ever a good thing,
It always seems to go the same way,
Up in smoke,
Blowing far away,
I lose it in moments,
I wonder had it been lost all along,
It seemed right,
But obviously somewhere it went wrong,
I can’t hold on,
To the things that I hold highest,
So each day I’ll watch them slip away,
Until I lay to my final rest.
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