Now, I do not know.

Now, I’m tempted to jump.

Now my desire to grow is

now bigger than my desire to slump.


Now I hear the word to a different tune

Now I want to push, knowing the fight,

Now I want to know what I’ll know in June

Now I fear the night, when all I want to know

Now has taken flight.

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