Reflection of 4/4:
Let's not talk much about it. I am not lazy. I just don't care anymore.
Reflection of 4/5:
I agree. I wasn't lying when I wrote that yesterday. I couldn't take it, but I can take it. Which way shall I choose? Today, I have rested, but tomorrow is just another day. Will I wait or will I won't?
Reflection of 4/6:
Lost by Carl Sandburg
Desolate and lone
All night long on the lake
Where fog trails and mist creeps,
The whistle of a boat
Calls and cries unendingly,
Like some lost child
In tears and trouble
Hunting the harbor's breast
And the harbor's eyes.
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