The Mad Ones

The mad ones don’t forget.

When saner friends have flown
Away to warmer climes
And you, and you alone,
Lament the bygone times:
The mad ones don’t forget.

Untroubled minds desert
For tamer tides in time,
But troubled souls avert
The death of unison sublime:
The mad ones don’t forget.

Across the bloodied fields
Of grim and lonesome years,
Their friendship never yields;
For this, I hold them dear:
The mad ones don’t forget.

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