Word - Anon

There is a word, of grief the sounding token.

There is a word bejewelled with bright tears.

The saddest word fond lips have ever spoken,

A little word that breaks the chain of years.

Its utterance must ever bring emotion,

The memories it crystals cannot die.

'Tis known in every land, on every ocean,

It is

Goodbye.

Anon

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