Crestfallen and teary
Pulses low and dreary
My body is weary
Still with weeping weary
Just this early morning
Ere the sun's awaking
I was weak and sleepy
My torso was ailing
Fear and painful sadness
Struggle with their badness
And their sulky harshness
With her silly hardness
I am still unhappy
Make the term go snappy
My temper is crappy
The year will be nappy.
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