One solemn night i sat and talked with Nobody,
Nobody was quite silent and still,
for every melancholy moment I utter,
Nobody had not one emotional thrill,
he's quite the good listner, this Nobody, you know?
Though he's never not one thing to say,
it is rather nice to have Nobody to talk to,
least for this one nightly day,

soon enough Nobody will leave,
and Nobody will come again,
but I've no mind to worry on this,
for Nobody will forever be my friend.

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