These eyes will not shut
this mind wishes to stray
but come sweet morning
I know...my edges will be frayed;
My vision will be bleary,
my patience wearing thin,
I'll bemoan my utter recklessness
and curse the morning in;
Be that as it may,
I might reap as I sow,
but until that shall come to pass,
this moment is all I know.
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