In the morning I get up and there is nothing to do
I tell myself it is only temporary
In the afternoon I am bored I dislike what I am
I tell myself it is only temporary
In the evening I meet a woman I no longer care for
I tell myself it is only temporary
At night alone confused I listen to my heart beating
I tell myself it is only temporary
Brian Patten, escritor inglês (link)
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