Released from this constricted stage of sham,
Our jesting friend mayhap will find 'Who Am';
But surely, Robin, you must know you are
Indestructible, for you are a Star!
New gig at a non-alcoholic bar
Will have to wait awhile for your rebirth...
If Sorrow came, what comes next should be Mirth.
Let not the weeping and gnashing of teeth
Linger too long; Soon after crossing Lethe,
I pray you be given new assignment
And come back to spread joy and wonderment.
May you- your own Self- learn to consecrate,
So to escape a Richard Cory fate!
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