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the morn is spending time 
in the folds of the night 
and baffling the sun, in its 
proclivity to shine, taking 
the repose under stars 
that stare at heaven's crest, 
while the moon ponders pride 
we are spending time 
in the confines of our mind, 
banging against the walls 
of our sacred malls 
in our quest for sanity, 
purchasing from relativity 
and embracing lunacy 
spend time in today 
and follow your virtue's 
passage through your soul: 
you may find the truth sublime 
and all your sorrows dead... 
set tomorrow free

...dwell in today