Now is a good time to write
The doors of the dawn are shut tight
And night's behind
The curtain and blind
Oh now is a good time to write
I thought I had given a fright
To myself in the depths of the night
But this early flight
Like a bird in the sights
Drops as a hammer of might
Give me a slice of the moon
The chances of getting there soon
Are bleeding away
For a year and a day
I'm on my ass like a baboon
What is there to write but night night
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