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Hospital Blues
The ache in my heart when all is not well
That feeling that I sit and dwell
Too strong to medicate
Too hard to concentrate
My thoughts all shaped and stolen by you
None of which will rest until this night is through
Too strong to medicate
Too hard to concentrate
Sunrise to sunset I sit and wait
My mind knows not that the hour is late
Too strong to medicate
Too hard to concentrate
All my restlessness and fidgety feet
With every door that opens my heart skips a beat
Too strong to medicate
Too hard to concentrate
I stare through the window as clouds flow past
I will wait here I until you are back in my arms at last.
Mmmm. Just letting go is like
Mmmm. Just letting go is like leaving "unfinished business" maybe. But it is comforting to know that Rome wasn't built in a day.
Making lists of things to do can be helpful.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "