With shards of dreams
to gouge my eyes
The blaring sun
does fiercely rise
The squawking birds
chide at my pane
Cracking my crown
like a scolding cane
A groan escapes
as my stomach churns
You would think by now
I might have learned
With shards of dreams
to gouge my eyes
The blaring sun
does fiercely rise
The squawking birds
chide at my pane
Cracking my crown
like a scolding cane
A groan escapes
as my stomach churns
You would think by now
I might have learned
The Mewriginal 
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