She is a song you can’t escape,
A looping discord melody,
A misty image you cannot shape,
Of a tune you cannot yourself free,
There it is again that refrain,
I thought it I could kill,
The ancient favorite now I disdain.
Nostalgia bests the conquering will.
Where is the significance,
Is This victory Phyrric,
is there some deeper resonance,
please Just get off that one lyric,
SO there again it plays,
Her music fine but repeated,
But I got work to do these days,
Although by memory defeated.
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