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In his cold creepy box he sobbed and he bawled
and he swished and he thrashed

and he kicked and he called—
he wished he had kept his promise it seems

oh, he wished he had dared her dizzy daydreams.

She flew out to bright broad daylight
still tasting the bitter of her own bite—

yet all along feeling endless sorrow
for a lost today and many morrows.

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