And put myself in a pit of hell
And last night I dreamt
I accept punishment
But not the knell of death;
I spoke begrudgingly
I tore you down but
Accept you did not
My fried egg;
I know today
Punishment is served
And to the sun
Now I can gaze,
Growing wondrously
As a sunflower full bright
I can't joke or make light
But good fortune is
Very near and I propose
Some wine with good cheer.
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