Nevermore
P Patti Masterman
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I like it when you're far away;
Far as a journey, more than one day.
I like it when you've gone astray-
My friendship, you threw away.
I like it when your voice is faint,
And your tone grows sad and plaint.
I like it, when's too far to taint-
You will never be a saint.
I like every frown you wore,
For your character is poor;
I'll be lonely nevermore-
Shut your heart's pathetic door.
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