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My eyes are heavy
My veins feel weak
I feel like the future
Is dystopian, if not bleak
My darling, my lover, my sparrow
I thought this was through thick and thin
I though this was through thin and narrow
Dirtying the palace
Amber shards dripped with malace
I missed you, my prince
But it is finally time to sleep