No need no more to say goodbyes.
No heed to anything long gone.
Old life drifts off and fin’ly dies.
When did alright become alwrong?
No need to scratch the scars of past.
No deed will turn it back again.
Another bridge awaits the blast.
The rise and fall, the ball and chain.
No need no more
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