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If I could I would just sit here Until my life withered away Like a hyacinth during a drought And be content With submitting to nonexistence But I mustn't For I have far too much to do
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
Nonexistence
If I could I would just sit here Until my life withered away Like a hyacinth during a drought And be content With submitting to nonexistence But I mustn't For I have far too much to do
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
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