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You'll find me at my favorite place.

Speaking with Death, face to face.

All the saddened gather here;

Beneath this old oak tree...

It's all poetry.

It's all so poetic.

A wavering departure is depression in motion.

A lonely demise so very tragic.

One day I swear...

I won't feel this way anymore.

My favorite place?

I'll no longer come here...