the problems you bring seem to be toppling over the top of my patience
yet you find ways to show me the power I have to change the stresses
did you plan all of this since we invented you, day?
did you plot against me?
when did you decide that it was cool to throw these people i didn't want to see right in front of me, when did you calculate exactly what it would take for my love to faint?
is someone paying you day?
could you really be that greedy? and what would you do with your earnings any way, you've spent yourself being mischievous and now you're almost over.
i have but one simple plea
talk to the night, yes the one right behind you
and please tell her to be soft and kind.
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