Well I don't believe the day has come
the broken morning of the setting sun
I have to leave. It's all been done.
You'll get the meaning when I'm gone.
So here's goodbye. It's hard to say.
There'll come another another day.
But there's no regret. I was the one.
You won't forget this setting sun.
Monday, October 10, 2005
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