Daily dawns another day
I must up, to make my way
though I dress and drink and eat
Move my fingers and my feet
Learn a little, here and there
Weep and laugh and sweet and sweat
hear a song, or watch a stage
Leave some words upon a page
Claim a foe, or hail a friend
bed awaits me at the end
though I go in pride and strenght
I'll come back to bed at length
though I walk in blinded woe
back to bed i'm bound to go
high my heart, or bowed my head
all my days but lead to bed
up, and out, and on; and then
ever back to bed again
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall
I'm a fool to rise at all.
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