Howl, howl, oh monstrous fearsome sight
For once again I’ve revelled most of the
night
Well, what did I expect?
A mirror never lies
It merely reflects
Did I envisage some kind of transcendence?
A fresh phizog with its usual semblance?
Oh dear me
What terrible sorrow
It’s days like these
One wishes it was tomorrow
Damn you cursed brew with your cunning and
pretence
For leading me to believe that candles burn
at both ends
Oh mercy me I’m in dire need of sleep
My eyes feel so heavy
Open I can’t keep
I need some more hours
Till one o’clock or two
Maybe after that I shall feel brand new
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