No glass was left unscathed
For the night retained
Its juvenile sway
For chaos ruled
Our trembling days
So we burdened the eves
With our harbored dismay
As the night
Teetered, unhinged
And the meek hearts yearned
For a fruitless binge
They cleaved
Each virgin craft
Through rivers brewed gold
On their fever-driven rafts
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