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Theres always a first and there’s always room for the last. Just as surely as the sun will set and the moon still floats onward and the day is done. There’s always a first and last but I can’t help feeling like they are occuring way too close to one another. My eyes have seen so much new beautiful greenery and I’ve felt my shaking hands cutting them like rotten trees. I am worried without reason and trusting only under certain conditions. I’ve seen the sickly young boy but never the pretty little thing with the cure. They say think before you speak but I am thinking too much and speaking so little. My body is tired but my mind won’t sleep. Ramble on… one more time to sing this song. My body is weary but my mind is not my own. When the moon is falling and the sun is climbing its finally time to call sleep my home sweet home.