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Memories in Notebooks 

He was comfortable in airports,

Remarking how tedious 

the same landscape can be,

Even this beauty

Can be tiring,

I gotta go, gotta go.

Take the whirly magic

That is you

with you.

Let your wheels hit the sky

In the classic noir

Of bye-bye

Bye, Bye.

He is sipping somewhere,

Your image sunlit

and Ionian

Even its beauty, breathless,

Can be overwhelming,

You gotta go, gotta go

The magic stays swirly 

with him,

The classic cantillate

Insipid intonate

Of bye-bye 

Bye, bye

Bye-bye

Bye-bye...

Use-ta

I use-ta wake up and wonder 

if you were happy 

but now I don’t 

because you’re dead.  

I use-ta to wonder 

if I made you happy 

but now I don’t care,

Cuz you are dead. 

I use-ta not get anything done 

Cuz I saved all my spare time 

For you. 

You’d make fun of my

I-have-so-much to’s

but now I do have time, 

Cuz you're dead. 

I use-ta to wake up and wonder 

if you were happy 

but now I don’t

‘Cause you’re dead,

to me.