I once met you
And you howled into the starlight
A tune of effervescence
At the light of the
Midnight
Tuck yourself in
And find yourself a doorway
There is a bum by the lakeside
And he holds the cards of the war
That he worried about your credential
And you worried about his stench
And you walked far far far away
From the bum by the lake.
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