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Getting near that time Where minds begin To wander Stores are closed Lights are dimming Noises settle down Words come flowing Making sense or not From a day That " s drawing to A close Factories shut down But words keep dancing Round and round Eyes blink yet Never close Sleep too far away Nothing else to do To chase those Thoughts away
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Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 11:21 PM UTC
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Getting near that time Where minds begin To wander Stores are closed Lights are dimming Noises settle down Words come flowing Making sense or not From a day That " s drawing to A close Factories shut down But words keep dancing Round and round Eyes blink yet Never close Sleep too far away Nothing else to do To chase those Thoughts away
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Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 11:21 PM UTC
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