I miss you more than a wolf's howl
In the great hunt of the day.
I just hope
April won’t come
And my stomach won’t growl,
May myself slumber through
The cruel month that life springs,
Thorns brings, and songs sings.
May my sleep serve as my stranded ship,
It's finale forever forgone.
Return to awareness' port:
Nevermore!
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