I lost a few strands of hair,
A few dead cells of my skin,
And lots of years,
And embedded moments in them,
And many letters that I left unfinished,
Addressed to them with whom those moments I cherished,
My pain and pleasure that they shared,
And all those who really cared,
Now as I begin to lose a tear or two,
Wondering whether I've ever been true,
I know what little is left to lose,
Only myself waiting for the noose!
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