REMAIN, PLEASE, REMAIN
Everyone seems to always want
to tell me how good I've got it
with so little squandered. OK,
sure I guess that's right: I'll
count my blessing, however,
in mufti. For I am that which I
can see and not much else. And
the sights around here these days
are getting pretty lame. So I think
my fortune's dwindling - if to you
it's all the same. So I may think
my pattern different than that:
You say A Major; I say A Flat.
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