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Exhaustion
Like a pot with a hole
I'm losing my whole
My strength, my wit
And my every bit
I'm at a loss
As each drop falls
For I know not
Where the flaw I sought?
Now I feel drained
And my mind is strained
All I need is a calm
And a soothing charm
That can make me sleep
Counting hundred sheep
Grazing lush green field
As I eventually yield.
© Pandora
I'm losing my whole
My strength, my wit
And my every bit
I'm at a loss
As each drop falls
For I know not
Where the flaw I sought?
Now I feel drained
And my mind is strained
All I need is a calm
And a soothing charm
That can make me sleep
Counting hundred sheep
Grazing lush green field
As I eventually yield.
© Pandora
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