I am so pleased,
you are now gone.
If I could play music,
I would write you a song.
You think you're all right,
buy know that you're wrong.
You want to stay friends,
I want you to go long.
Your way is now set,
I don't much belong.
You're really a vulture,
but think you're a swan.
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