in the night: the black cat yawns, and so do I
once again: I worried too much
once again: I am blessed with good things
but the thing that can't be cured or helped in any way;
longing for and waiting for;
is only to be withstood
-- it's a matter of waiting
so I go to bed.
sleeping sets one's mind of things...
once again: I am blessed with good things
but the thing that can't be cured or helped in any way;
longing for and waiting for;
is only to be withstood
-- it's a matter of waiting
so I go to bed.
sleeping sets one's mind of things...
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