Leaving this town

Dark is the night

When the owl gazes over

Bright yellow eyes a soulful desire

A whirlwind of life casts over

Batten down, ride out this town

In the morning wake, take time

Leave it all behind, a grumbling ache

Never ceases to entertain

To question how we live

A forgotten delicious

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