Morituri te Salutant Poems

With spring dost bloom our flowers
Like a past winter's dance,
When the way my fingers touched the grass
To me, didn't make any sense.
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I'm sorry I was never there
I'm sorry it's too late
I'm sorry this game is simple and fair
I'm sorry I lost the race
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Three in the morning
Or quarter til, anyway
Only you listen
Quiet friend, you always do
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Thank you for the kind words, friend
But you can keep your knife
I'm getting out of this hellhole
And going on with my life
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I was once a robot
Who watched life from far away
Who didn't understand laughter
Or know the passing of a day
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I've learned to not take heed of much, soul and feet aside,
'Cause the way I see it, when I'm on the move, my luck is on the rise.
Not that luck is too substantial, with the world in the state it's in,
So I've come to accept for every success, there's three to be taken on chin.
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