Oh, painful wretching, let me lay
Beneath my sheets to see another day
I wish to not make choices so soon
Can't you let me answer at the noon
Oh, beating joy, let me stay
Within your fold, please, another day
I wish you'd come at interval
My passe'd year to which, thus null
Oh twisted pleat, unravel your grasp!
You make me ill, with any thought
I shall not make my choices fast!
Make this one decision for me.
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