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Wouldn’t It Be Nice

Is it the heels over my head

or the hammering of my heart

that’s keeping me awake tonight?

 

I begin to yearn and wonder

cry and pry

deep into the depths of

a troubled mind;

 

Why can’t I be the rock in the river

that’s standing strong when

the world around is shifting?

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