Do you sigh when you eat your pie?
Do you cry when you are going to fly?
Do you wash your hands and not ask why?
Do you wish your heart will never die?
Do you watch the stars at night so high?
Do you regret what it is you cannot buy?
Do you prefer your pastrami on rye?
Do you lift your eyes before you lie?
Do you carefully choose the words you ply?
Do you feel the end of this poem is nigh?
It is not yours it is my, so I beseech you try.
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