....
When the night arrives, I just sigh,
Thinking about the things I've left undone
& the baggage I've yet to reap
Before the world lies in deep sleep,
Leaving all the antiquities in ashes.
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When the night arrives, I just sigh,
Thinking about the things I've left undone
& the baggage I've yet to reap
Before the world lies in deep sleep,
Leaving all the antiquities in ashes.
