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I meant to do my work today |
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So many plans |
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I had made |
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I'd check the mail, |
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I'd make the calls |
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Save the world and sweep the hall |
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Finally get my accounting done |
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Sort the beans one by one |
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But I got waylaid by the morning sun |
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And I got absolutely nothing done |
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I thought |
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I'd live a louder life |
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I'd learn a lot and get it right |
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I'd rent a loft, |
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I'd drink all night |
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I'd be a living archetype |
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And in a blinding flash of light |
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I'd see that one great insight |
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But silence called me deeper still |
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Like nothing else |
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I know ever will |
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I woke to hear an owl nearby |
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Hunting something large enough to cry |
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Nature's always beautiful |
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The change of season's always right |
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The moon shines cold and true and bright |
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And sets at dawn without a fight |
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And yet, I could not find a way |
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To get myself back to sleep last night |
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I never knew just what it meant |
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The way you smiled while you dreamt |
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And why my heart can overflow |
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And why mistakes can haunt me so |
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Why nothing ever stops or stays? |
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Dust shimmers in the mornin' rays |
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I didn't do the work that |
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I had said |
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I just wandered through these thoughts instead |
