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Good Morning.
It feels like you come in live colors -
like you've been here your whole damned life...
Some would call it luck.
That ends are the reasons is true -
and that reason is all about you...
Some would say you're all fucked.
Because you crawl across the bitter floor -
itching for so much more...
I've grown long.
Feel for the million -
feel for the one -
look: see the sky's down on you.
And I'm not beat -
no, I'm not sleepy -
look: see the light.
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