I was there upon a four poster there. nMind touseled I came to bear some thoughts from the past amid a dash of influenza. nAnd then I came to see in baggage the memories of truncated souvenirs. nThe war years. nHigh moon I said high moon lighted high moon eye to my moon. nnFar beyond the blue mist enveloped lawn the blanketed night comes on. nThe champagne is dead and gone. nThe forest around sensitive sound forest primeval. Through the panes cloud buttermilk war remains and twisted cross war refrains lunatic nso high moon I said high moon lighted high moon eye to my moon. nnYour age will most probably carry away the letters enveloped in carrion. nVague unpleasantries of the war. May your son's progenitorship of the state haphazardly help him to carry on. nGod send your son safe home to you. nHigh Moon. nYou're eye to my moon.