To those friends we are hopelessly and helplessly devoted to

I clothe my sorrows in glittering stardust

And embellish them with shining coronas bright

As they float to the heavens in trust

Until the day I finally join them in the blessed night

I twist and writhe is this stream of life

Jumping up waterfalls and sliding down cataracts

Trying to hold my head and shoulders above the strife

And turning away and running from frightful facts

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