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FAREWELL TO JUNE, FAREWELL IN MARCH

The Colonel’s gone:
There’s an old lady all alone
And so forlorn;
Suddenly, with him not there
She’s past her prime:
Out of tune and out of breath
And out of time…

And her days drag on and on…
And her nights are, oh, so long...
She remembers days in 'Doon:
Stairwells and starch,
Farewells in March,
Farewell to June!

A lonely song:
She’d always said she would go first,
But now he’s gone
Leaving memories of days of broken trust,
As her house turns to decay
And flesh to dust,

She talks to paintings in the hall…
She has no visitors at all…
The lucky ones go first, in uniform and starch,
Now, none too soon,
Farewell to June,
Farewell in March!
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