when i am taken
away
and you cannot do
anything
but stay
ah, you cannot but
learn the
tricks
of life's final
decision
you live alone
and strong on the waiting
for the next trip
where your name is listed
on a yellow paper
on a bus that has no
return
that driver that does not
speak
on a name tag that is
blank
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