Oh, my Dearest Louise
I’m writing to brain do I tease
Remember the times we went out
To go dancing without a doubt?
Well, now we just look and we stare
In the mirror, we wish we had glare
So we may not see what looks back
It’s older now then, that’s the fact
So, what has possessed me to write?
Or make ser-i-ous into light?
Well, that’s how it is that I cope
Because this ‘ol life’s a big joke
Can’t have what I dream of at night
Can’t make what is wrong into right
So then this is how I accept
Invitation to be so adept
My maker then sa-ith to me
Ask her just how it is, she
So now then I question your being
Is it well now? He is see-in’
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