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I went into a wooden room -

Only to the edge of it,

I saw the centre, wanted to

Wave the winter wasp away -

Always on the edge of cinder,

Counting every single day.

I walked into the afternoon -

From behind two sleepy eyes

I saw the sunlight shining through,

And hastily I turned away

From all of the things I was going to do

With the rest of my day.

Solo : Jack