How dreary is this lonely hour.
An hour that lasts a lifetime.
The shorter man is reaching to the next number,
Hurry, oh do hurry!
Perhaps the next hour will be better.
But it's all in a neverending circle, these numbers.
It's a trap, I can't get free,
Won't give up yet, no, not me.
So, stand up and challenge me.
Beat my equivocation if you can,
And attempt to beat my feeling.
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