Sitting here
In deep thought,
The gentle breeze
Carries a tune
My whole life
Was sang
In that song
While
Nostalgic tears
Stung my eyes
I ventured out
Into the sun
And looked up
Into the sky
With
Trembling hands,
My tongue
Stretched out,
I sliced
That tiny member
Off
Out with you
You unbridled thing
Out with you
Now
You have made
This song
A bitter tune
And made
This wind
A pain
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