It’s
only when we meet like this
That
we admit our feigned submission
Only
here that we may find
A
dear short intermission
And
in a moment we quit the debt
Immense
of endless gratitude we
Cut
that cord and then we fall
How
soon unsay we
Dance
and we recant
How
far from granting we
Say
we can’t repent
Now
dearly we abide the day so vain
Now
we go under with unsaintly
Torments
we abide the night
So when do we conclude we
Who say that from fine minds
Fine
thoughts ensue?
When
we get here we know
We only ever do two days—
The
day we open the closet
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