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They are useless hangup cures

All except that trick of yours



No one to leave the light on

To help you choose the right song



I try to do right but it's wrong

Nothing feels right with you gone



Over hedges high

Climbs a smiling spy



Who now will shift your shoelace?

And wipe the crumbs off your face?



No one should get what you got

Nothing should end where you start