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The champagne has been popped too soon, kids,
Put down your party hats.
Nothing could feel worse than an undue rejoice,
A celebration abated,
Yet here it stands tall for all its unwelcome.
Let me see you to the door, dear revelers –
Your congratulations and compliments have no place here.
Leave me but do later return,
Only do so with lower temperament.
It’s the same old story this gold reaction,
These illusions of splendor finally arrived.
I should know by now my place is here
Positioned among the jagged rocks,
Surrounded by you earnest well-wishers
Underscoring this solitude, this good old friend,
For too soon, it seems, will always be.