| I meant to do my work today
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| So many plans I had made
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| I’d check the mail, I’d make the calls
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| Save the world and sweep the hall
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| Finally get my accounting done
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| Sort the beans one by one
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| But I got waylaid by the morning sun
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| And I got absolutely nothing done
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| I thought I’d live a louder life
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| I’d learn a lot and get it right
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| I’d rent a loft, I’d drink all night
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| I’d be a living archetype
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| And in a blinding flash of light
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| I’d see that one great insight
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| But silence called me deeper still
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| Like nothing else I know ever will
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| I woke to hear an owl nearby
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| Hunting something large enough to cry
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| Nature’s always beautiful
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| The change of season’s always right
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| The moon shines cold and true and bright
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| And sets at dawn without a fight
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| And yet, I could not find a way
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| To get myself back to sleep last night
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| I never knew just what it meant
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| The way you smiled while you dreamt
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| And why my heart can overflow
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| And why mistakes can haunt me so
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| Why nothing ever stops or stays?
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| Dust shimmers in the mornin' rays
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| I didn’t do the work that I had said
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| I just wandered through these thoughts instead |