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| On the table, brown and wide, Found my head, asleep and tired. I've been working long, and at least, nice. Expecting to end when hell is iced But I know there will come a sun so bright Will tell me: Wake up and stand upright Yes, I will, yes, I will For tomorrow has not just come but spilled |
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