The sun set five hours ago
But it is still light outside
Maybe it is this blanket of snow
In league with the cloudy sky
The world is at my fingertips
And yet so far away
Boredom has me in its grip
I fear it is here to stay
Bear with me as I brood
And mope all night long
I tried as much as I could
Not to write this cheerless song
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