When I first entered a new phase of life, All the slices assembled and reformed. Life, oh, life that was. I stayed clam under my cloverbreathing. The moon hung in a pale, resisting nightshining. It was a beautiful, dark night. Night, oh, night, such was. It stayed unrest with me, under the skydreaming. It was, then, when I walked to another phase of life, The moon was too shy to come along with me. Life, oh, life that was. I stayed cold under the staring sunliving.