Such turmoil to reach my bliss, but can bliss truly come of that
When night falls I struggle for sleep, as my mind will not rest
Once dreams achieved I fear to wake and face another day of reality
I must wake for to delay increases my turmoil for fear of lost time
I sleep on feeling both the bliss of dream and the anxiety of my delay









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well spoken of Bebop wonder
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*dances naked*
...I am nobody's little weasel
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*dances naked*
...I am nobody's little weasel