Though the night air is cool,
The summer nights bring ideas to a pool.
I have no concentration,
Shall my hope be misguided by temptation?
My call is all but what I need,
To my ear unwanted information.
Will I not head and plead,
Or is all this my final feed?
Will I not get one more deed?
My body is missing sensation,
There for I hold my temptation.
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