It’s going to be
Cold by morning. It’s going
To be another story.
You’d think that now would go on
Forever, but now
Was never on. It’s never
You should be concerned about.
I’m not going to tell you
Not to worry about what
You want to worry about.
Worry about whatever.
And if you don’t worry, don’t
Preen your feathers. Worlds
Perish when you remember.
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