It has been a weird night
As I come home from where I was
I had some strange thoughts.
There is no way to recount them here,
Just the night's mood
Thoughts of change, past, present, future and
What if the ultimate happened
Who would think on it
Who would mourn
Who would cry, laugh, dance, care
Who would I call
It disturbs me to know who I would call
I never want to think that way again
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