People need a break in the day,
Little is on the horizon, of this day.
Open affairs clasp and mismanage
For the days are not nights.
May the day result in desires of fine spirit,
May the lusts of splendour be mittens,
Their actions are never bold but also calculated.
It is a breakdown, a crack in the mind,
One forces the other to sacredly fight
Whilst the day moves on, working with you.
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