This was poorly planned
And executed twice as bad
And now we're
The moon is not quite bright
And the time is not
Why do they stay on
When their work is done?
Why don't
I hope I become a ghost.
I hope I can see
This old home
Won't let me out
People come and
Some children leave
This
Winter's in you
It sneaks out your mouth
Like the snake spits
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