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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ANWRhyp-RcM&ab_channel=minihearts123

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These long nights,

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These, with their coinciding

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Eyelid counterweights

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And false-dawn breakfasts,

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Should not belong, themselves,

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To those the fragile, or faint hearted.

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These nightmares

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And these daydreams - 

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The ways in which they mix with memories -

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These twist-fingered lullabies

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With their flash-fire breathings,

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Countless in their sentence,

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Weightless, shapeless,

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And yet as dense as they are heavy.

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They are not the kind of thing to be shared.

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And nor is it fair, to ask such a thing of me.

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These mountains of sobriety,

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These foot-hills of delusion,

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These valleys laid with ennui

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And their pits of exaltation.

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What kind of man,

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Would let it be asked to share such things -

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What kind of man,

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What kind of man -

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Without nailing first to the door, 

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A warning?

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