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Senior Year College No one knows what happened
But everyone's afraid to ask
We tried to ignore, but before long
The space between had become real
I listened to sage advice of pundits
But words are parsley and sage, a garnish
Look back, we should have known
It was going to end this way
Demons asked me, "Now who are you gonna slay?"
I started to only notice the wind when it hadn't blown
And burning pictures so they wouldn't tarnish
The memories still pure, but even they turned pungent
You didn't know why, but you could feel
Something had gone terribly wrong
But everyone's afraid to ask
No one knows what happened
