Late at night these come to me
Latent thoughts I can’t see
Whirling feverishly
Oh my, how can this be?

Buzzing quick through my head
As I lay upon my bed
Underneath my clean sheets
My heart does softly beat

Thoughts of me, thoughts of you
Oh when will this chain be through?
If I sleep ‘fore I wake
Will I decisions make?

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