Merry-Go-Round
So sad to part with one so close to my heart;
But you had to mount that mad Merry-Go-Round.
I said from the start, your persona is art;
You must be seen and must see each sight and sound.
Yet, I had to live quietly, and apart;
Though 'tis joy, each round, to see you from firm ground.
One day, when your horse heads my way, dearest friend,
One of us will be gone, as all things must end.
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