If the previous 16ths were imbued with longing
Sadness, regret and sorrow
Let this one be absent of any frowning
And adopt a perspective much less narrow
Though I might not be there
Of your experiences I no longer share
Know that in some strange way I still care
To forget you entirely I wouldn't dare
So fare you well, fare you well
I'm but a call or a note away
I'm glad you're happy, as far as I can tell
Till another day then, another day
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