Five minutes to steep the tea
you said could be a universe
that sets me free
maybe it's all bunk
a con from stem to stern
ours is not the mountaintop
ours is but to sigh and yearn
wrap up the bitter pleas
the minutes quickly fleeting
five minutes not enough
Same old woes I'm bleating
I must be crazy
but let's pick up and go on
throw it on the rough stacked days
throw it on the so, so long
what
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