THESE LONG INSIDE COLD WINTER DAYS
These long inside cold winter days
With nowhere to go
And nothing to do
Idleness is meaninglessness
Idleness is unending boredom
Idleness is pain
Idleness is sickness of the soul
Idleness is death inside
These long inside cold winter days
With nowhere to go
And nothing to do
Idleness is meaninglessness
And death of the soul.
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