Oh Donny boy, the Feds, the Feds are calling,
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside.
Your crown is gone, and all your cronies falling,
It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide.
But in your absence, relief washes over,
As silence fills the halls once filled with strife.
Gone are the storms you used to cover,
Oh Donny boy, oh Donny boy, we've reclaimed our life!
And now you've left, the air seems clearer,
The chapters close on a tale so fraught.
The world moves on, the end is nearer,
In quiet tribute, we ponder the peace you've brought.
Though you may not hear, as we gather without you,
Our legacy of unity begins to gleam,
For in your absence, we've found a renewed view,
And in this peace, we find the strength to dream.
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