Farewell, Good Fellows

Flying on the sky
beneath the dishes
and glasses of wine

Left one or two
pretending no one knew
as natuarally telling a white lie

Goodbye, goodbye
I have said
but how silly I,
in believing your eyes

There can hardly be a telltale sign
before coming to the farewell time
still waving farewell
to my good fellows
for having known that ─
you are not mine.

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