Once a year is permitted me
To break loose be wild and free
I may dance I may sing
I may perchance do anything
I’ll slay dragons. I’ll raise the dead.
When it’s over I’ll go to bed.
And with the rising of the sun,
The world will know that it won.
The magic will fade and I’ll be me,
All that’s left’s a memory.
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