Wish me good, wish me light
Wish me all the seamy
If I do good, before my eyes
Some may think I'm seamy
Give me food, spare me a night
From my warmest thoughts
To my darkest hours
Take some time to see through me
Teenage angst has paid off well
Now I'm bored and full
Self-satisfied preachers preach
More than they have learnt
Wish me good, wish me light
Wish me all the weary
If I do good, don't let my eyes
See through things to bury
Me...and all of thee
Make some time for it...
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