It's four thirty
in the morning
and I'm hot
it's raining
which means
it's cool
but my room's
a brick box
I open
the window
I open
the door
there's a breeze
a breeze
that lets me breathe
It's four thirty
in the morning
and I'm tense
the King presides
which means
rest
but my mind's
a brick box
I open
the window
I open
the door
there's a breeze
a breeze
that lets me breathe
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