The
cock rises with the dawn,
Wipes
away a single tear,
For all
those who seek to come
In
search of La Petite Mort.
To
rise.
To die,
So
early in the day,
To
satisfy,
To
gratify,
Then
wait upon the 'morrow.
So sad,
So bad,
'Tis life.
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