What unites us is an Evening-walk,
when the drowsy pavements won't mock!
two fully-grown men without an art,
that every supposed dull brain finds easy
we become sneezy with blushing earlobes;
when every sage-tongue makes a mark
as my friend says it's easy to bark!
about ah! what does he do?
how hard-earned coins make your wages,
my Mom has been waiting from ages;
i already know i'm supposed to earn life!
My friend, what about the betrothed, your wife?
Huh! there you go, matching our enemies?
make a laugh out of heartbound pain
the paper has it, the paper spells art
my heart, my heart skips a beat
to the holy veiled colors of dusk,
to the utmost quiet creeping around
our shameless, shadowless, shoeless feet!
you made us read what we weren't supposed to read!
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