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| There’s no time to glance at my watch, |
| For there’s nothing but hair to see. |
| I’m in a special state of mind, living |
| Without any schedule; I’m free. |
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| There’s no deadlines to meet or reports |
| Which need to be filled out. |
| There are no material responsibilities, |
| I feel good, without a doubt. |
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| There’s no clock in sight, and only |
| Moving shadows tell the time. |
| I’m not sure how long this will last, |
| But to go back would be a crime. |
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