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It is too late: We got old. We got sick. We got stupid. We got lost In our resentment, And shaken Under trees. It did not matter Which spot to Occupy Or if a fire Would take Or splutter And fail. It didn't matter If there were fish In the lake. It didn't matter If we belonged Together, If our spirits Shined Together - We were blown apart; And then the Remnants Scattered In the Cruel wind. There is no "if you see 'em..." There is no "Wonder what They are doin'..." There is no Nothing. Just a few words. A song suggestion. A lack of intention But a lot of mistakes More than I care To mention. A lot of hurt, As we all will do: You will hurt me And I will hurt You. Just the fading Memory Of moments Where You all took My good advice, And were neither Sick Nor old Nor stupid And Let us Be together For that Elusive "good day" That could never Last Forever.