no ode exalted nor dithyramb of delight
could e'er contain the joy of the nights
where wild like bumptious puppies
we sang and swore with newfound grace
never again or before the world to so face
greener than green we were just guppies
burning with passion unrestrained
not yet by the world were we trained
in disappointment that would dare have lasted
beyond the stretch of one wild night's end
no sadness not gone by daybreak again
nor could we believe such ever forecasted
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