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Celebration

I’m fifty-one

Going to be fifty-two in August

Not much wanting to be celebrate this year

‘Cause it reminds me of her

She did it because I went to Toronto

And she wanted to die until I came back

I did say my good-byes

But now, the day is marked forever infamy

Not a celebration of life; but of death

As I shed the tears thinking about it

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