.By smirking prank of fate,
We find ourselves dancing late,
Like young reprobates.
By the milky light of the mighty moon,
Find someone to nuzzle to,
And waltz from the room.
We're all quiffed and cropped,
This is our lot,
We hold each other up heavy.
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