Trail of thought

I cannot think
to whom this odes,
nor do I care,
they’ll never know.
The light is low,
and in this air
my life is slow,
I cannot think.
The reason fair,
my mind doth groan,
I cannot think,
it’s blank as snow.
My life is slow,
I cannot think.
The light is low,
the reason fair.
I cannot think
to whom this odes,
nor do I care,
they’ll never know.

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