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So it goes.

You wake up with the rising sun, 
Drench your blood in your favorite variant of nicotine or caffeine, 
You are wired to toil till the sun sets, 
Fueling at preordained intervals. 
The moonlight glow marks another chance to rest, 
To wait for the rising sun, and so it goes. 

Script n Rhyme 
by Shedyk.

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