You are the sun that shines brightly throughout my day.
You are the gravity that holds me down in every way.
You are the moon that shimmers throughout my night.
You are stars that glimmer oh! so bright.
The gods let slip that fiendish grip
Upon me last week Sunday-
No fiercer storm than racked my form
E'er swept the Bay of Fundy;
But now, good-by
To drugs, say I-
Good-by to gnawing sorrow;
I am up to-day,
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