"Come", sings my drunken soul
"Don't you dare delay.
We'll fly to pasts and mundane nights,
I'll take you on a sway."
"Come heed those nights of absolute loneliness in greed
We'd lust through joy in pink striped things
Why be sad and weep?"
“Come, I beg for you to go
I pray your eyes un-blind
Come and smell more days of joy
The fart of bitterness long trashed aside”
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