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Oh, your eyes blend in with the morning fog
As you lay, content, waiting to be taken
With drowsy legs, the torch is lit
And when the high tide comes, you’ll know
Floating in a still hour
Poem - Elegy for a Content Fellow
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Oh, your eyes blend in with the morning fog
As you lay, content, waiting to be taken
With drowsy legs, the torch is lit
And when the high tide comes, you’ll know
Floating in a still hour
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