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They are useless hick-up cures
All except that trick of yours

No one to leave the light on
To help you chose the right song
I try and do right but it’s wrong
Nothing feels right with you gone

Over hedges high
Climbs a smiling spy

Who now will shift your shoe lace?
And wipe the crumbs off your face?
No one should get what you got
Nothing should end where you start