Tentative mind is getting tired of all this
Heart becomes obsolete
Feet fail to flee
While at night long for a good dawn
In the morning, wish for an unslept good sleep
Weary, my friend
Don't you feel it too?
Don't you feel weary, my friend?
Tentative mind is getting tired of all this Heart becomes obsolete Feet fail to flee While at night long for a good dawn In the morning, wish for an unslept good sleep Weary, my friend Don't you feel it too?
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