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IT was your way, my dear, / To be gone without a word / When callers, friends, or kin / Had left, and I hastened in / To rejoin you, as I inferred.
And when you'd a mind to career / Off anywhere-say to town- / You were all on a sudden gone / Before I had thought thereon, / Or noticed your trunks were down.
So, now that you disappear / For ever in that swift style, / Your meaning seems to me / Just as it used to be: / "Good-bye is not worth while! "