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Tethered heart,
thorns in deep...
Leaving marks,
my insecurities creep...

No not to-night, dear child;
I cannot go;
I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not need me there
Dear, be content, and take your pleasure; you shall tell me of it

O whisper,
O my soul
The afternoon Is waning into evening, whisper soft
Peace,

I am tired, that is clear,
Because, at certain stage, people have to be tired
Of what I am tired,
I don't know: