The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
I had greatness thrust upon me
When I came to Plat du Jour
I would not have laid odds on me...
In life I shall not hold you again-
I've held the box your ashes are in-
But I can't take death on the chin...
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