I don't wanna!
Sung to the tune of
'I ain't gonna! '
I wanna gaze at the
Rain,
Feel the mists...
Bake an apple crisp.
Matins is gone.
Noon is affliction.
Singing the song
Of Vespers, now.
Rain, tonight...rain
Dropping, dripping.
Warm comforters...
Dreaming down the lane
Of sideroads I will
Not wander.
I ain't gonna.
But, all is all right...
In stillness.
Quiet.
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