I've got to do this,
must see it through.
Because I've put my dreams on a list,
and at the top of it is you.
Because it's that time again,
and I'm not sure if it's right.
All I know is that I need you, my friend,
Before you are stole away with the night.
And I know it's not the best of times,
but it certainly can't be the worst.
But in ten years when you read these lines,
I hope I'm no longer cursed.
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