Me and my dead friends
Who seem more alive than I am
In the morning one at a time
Come for coffee and stay
For the rambling conversation
In which I try to wheedle out of them
The secrets they are sworn to keep
Eternity is such a tease
Look they say if I made it
Anybody can to comfort me
We go back over our charts
Rediscovering the inevitable
Parting of our stars all the way back
To our still undiscovered hearts
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