Oh,

Now you have to accept I was right,

That you write so right in spite of the night,

So go well and fight,

Fight,

Fight,

Or not.

Just leave it, I say,

And carry yourself

And don't be shamed by your craven walk

And save your magic for a gutsy force

That's so foreign to the logic of fight

That you rest here at night

And refuse to fight

About who is here 

And who is there

And rest tight,

Alright?

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