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People will leave you
They will say you have eyes
Like constellations
But you must remember that
The stars we see here
Have been dead for many years
People will abandon you
By walking away or just dying on you
They will leave you alone
When you need them the most
Do not spend time on goodbyes
They are no good next to the longing
Of those left behind
People will lie to you
They will promise not to leave or not to die
Believe them just for that moment, dear
Then let their words fall
Into the blissful abiss
That is forgetfulness
People will not think of you
They will not linger to memories like you do
Or your small inner jokes
They will not look back
Or think twice
So tell me, dear,
If they live, lie, abandon and die,
Why shouldn't I?