
". . piece of cake (*fingersnap*), Bren." ~ from Sixteen Candles
we've overstayed our welcome, you and i
the candles dimmed, our hostess gone to bed
there's nowhere here for us to lay our head
let's raise another sláinte for the dead
then we'll be off--just one more slice of pie
here comes a sunrise, and another sky
with dreams of others not so fully fed
who meet on the horizon by and by
adieu


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