let this final line of light fold underneath
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with resolve supine, 'till morning blush and quicken
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what did this day bring?
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I wish the sun would go quench its blistering thirst
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beneath the waters
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another round for your sake
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here it comes
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another quarrel I am going numb
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Begin Again
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