I get the miles to be counted
(Where did you go ?)
And stand up to everything it may amount,
How does it fit in my tight baby soul ?
From the first morning, I was supposed to know:
I haven't slept, so my dreams might be truth;
I haven't slept, so it's fair for me to blame you.

Oddments may speak better
Once I'm not here entirely anymore.
Absence renders me, gray to bitter,
Growing, by wishing him indoor...


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