A make of dawn;
a breaking of the mirror
The loss of the night;
the benefit of scolding, scowl and scorching
Atrocity and hostility;
my guards against humanity
A step I took - is a jump I should have made
A sprint I made - is a saunter I overdid
Yet reserving of my stupidity is the receiving of more humility
Hear me O! birds of the sky
lend me your wings to fly
Take me O! galloping gale
so I can break free from gaol
Forsake me in the land of safe pasture
that, is sifficient for my bleak future
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