How art though my brother?

We spoke only for a brief moment

Because I was so tired

So sleepy

And the dream of a goodnights

Sleep

Seemed nicer

Than our conversation

Do not let me take advantage

Of your kindness

How art though my brother?

When we were younger

It was hard to imagine

A better friend

Or foe

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