Lonely nights when I am away
awoken at 3 am like in the song
in the wee dwarf hours - a day
thinking that I will for ever long
That is too blah and not hurrah
On a Sunday morn in November
I listen too sweet melodies of yore
My soul - burns not - an ember
of distant longing for your corps
That is so blah and it's not hurrah
Mystery - mastery dream lover
of so long ago - no comparison
I have to stop dreaming - shudder
sleep come - be a swell samaritan
That is dead blah - eyes fall - hurrah
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