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Take away this morning grieve All is inside its lonely brief Going on and being still Promises never to fulfill Night gone with whispering wind Rowing voices in the rescind What comes next who'll know? Life advances easy fast or slow Broken promises someone fixed Chemistries in style mixed Soaking to my skin and brain Day or two with its pain The wicked eyes shape or size Everything is in its disguise Smoldering fire stormy fight Another lonesome hour’s night Take away those engines now With its brushing worrying brow Hooked lopsided burning wild I'm all through crooked and tiled