This swings but is not the usual song with usual messages either.

Photo is by Roberta Baxter: Part of the run off from the snow on the glaciers in Glacier National Park, West Glacier, Montana
Song of Sorts
I sing a song of sadness, full of tears I cry
Never to recover from that special guy.
Now I need to change the words of my little song
Because I am not spending my whole life long.
My thoughts are moving, and like the rapid stream
I am planning on working toward a much happier dream.
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