It was
morning and he lay sleeping
The gray
sky fell through the curtain
All the silence I kept keeping
It's best if he rests, I was certain
So I rose like
a silent ghost
Pulled the
curls back with a tie
Headed
along out to the coast
He could
sleep, but not, not I
The coming
clouds darken the path
Sweating
thoughts away away
I was awaiting the silly girl wrath
At the closing of the next day
I don’t
listen, oh I never listen
But my
sweat takes on this sorrowed glisten
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