To relax the wall
And refrain from the call
To do as you want in the night
To care for your own delight
I see you again
A man who has no pen
A poem about the deep
A man without the sheep
Your day is somewhat done
You are not a lowly one
Your mind says you love the mood
You hate to be misunderstood
So be it as it may
You have your happy day
A day of fast things and askances from the right
I am sure you will hang in there tight
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