Oh, just let bygones be bygones!
Wont you?
Breath in the morning dew!
Wont you?
Let your fellow swine in front
Hold the door open for the grim madam
Sip your cocao with that Egyptian cigar
Live, and live! Until covered by the cobalt satin
Why belittle the already small?
Why talk bilge with people, if your mouth is open
And theirs covered by a shawl?
Why slumber till' noon...for every bird soars early, yet you've yet to crawl
If I had just one word of advice for my fellow folk
I'd tell them to live and live
Until their skin dried, organs cried and their bones broke
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