Looking to the moon
The evening ends
It’s morning too soon
Listen to the score
Hosannah up on high
Promises to send
Expectation’s to cry
Always then more
Of the daily timetable
Classes to attend
For proof of being able
Tilted glasses core
To sparkling flames
Sauvignon blended
All freed of blame
The inner shores
Cushion landed waves
To follow the trend
Of the truth he craves
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