His irony is lost on me
A tragedy, I’m sure
There must be something humorous
In the way he stole the floor
Now I stand here watching him
A dragon in a dress
While everyone is smiling
There’s a tightening of my chest
They say that carisma
Dies with age
They say the time will come
Yet, I still do fear that
We’re too late
This mess has just begun
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