My tiredess calls her heir,
A sleepy fellow from doing
Nothing. And a shame
Casts about my shadow
As I trip and dance along
A sill. Wondering
When the Earth will stop
So I may have my day
In the crowd. A music
Will play when the love strikes
Us all. After the war
And after the reign of fear.
If I sleep through,
Wake up me during
Fear,
So when all and all is added up
It seems sincere.
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