After 38 ½ hours of wakenness
I am more alive than ever before
After 38 ½ hours of wakenness
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The bane of my existence
Is in the finer acts
The acts to small to recognize
The acts that I always surmise
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This is what I have to say
You have made my day
You have made my life the way
It is upon this very day
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The meal it was good
As well it should
The waitress is looking fine
But she will not be mine
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Feeling estranged
Even deranged
Even bemused
And maybe amused
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I walk and talk and sing
I wonder over everything
I talk the talk
And walk the walk
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Often in my wondering ways I find
That dreams are only for the dreamer
I find that life can give to my nothing
But the dreams I give to it
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Roses red and violets blue
The poem says that I love you
I know the rest and so do you
But can we really know it’s true
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In the darkness of the night
I hear the unending plight
Of those who try to fight
In the darkness of the night
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