At four in the morning
I like to make
A run from everything
So I went out on my feet and
Wandered
Walking down country roads
Looking and dreaming
Of the stars and the moon
Also, at four o'clock in the morning
The drunk-maddened husband
Returns home from his run
And screams and rants at his wife
The stars and moon
And off to the sky
Dreaming of anywhere
But here
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