Final Analysis
J James B. Earley
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There is a message somewhere written
Etched in the annals of time
In that message a list of names
And on that list is mine
Would rather you not assemble
In some quaint house of prayer
Instead go on your daily way
As if I were still there
And recollect some thoughts of me
Whatever comes to mind
Then sing that song to my memory
When..at last...it comes..my time
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