Morning After
Shall I tell you of a time
When all the world, I thought, was mine
The moon was full , the stars did shine
intoxicated on the hedy wine
we danced to soundless music through the night
embracing on a bed of lush sweet clover
But when came the mornings glare of light
All that remained was one hell of a hangover
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