Once you strike out again
The bat lights on fire
Then you look out the window
Empty fields of fog
Tired eyes gazing across
Dusty rugs and shelves
Candles flicker!
Once you get old enough
The fun will come less
That won't hurt a bit
Wrinkles in your heart
Tearing your brain apart
Lights dimmer than normal
Norm is your new friend
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