"Once you were gone, there was never an honest word..."
So halfway through the raspberry, Edmund came by and woosh, we were off to have a drink.
So halfway through this drink, this song played, and I listened.
So halfway through this listening, I felt a little sad, for reasons I can't explain.
And halfway through feeling sad, we went home in preparation for another day.
And life goes on... until it stops, halfway.
"People couldn't believe what I'd become, Revolutionaries wait, For my head on a silver plate, Just a puppet on a lonely string..."
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