Caught In May I'd write But I can't find a words say. My mind is still, As though I'm stuck halfway. Trapped here In the quiet May. I'm not complaining, But I feel as though I'm on display. On autodrive, All I can do is obey. So here I'm sit, And here I stay, Here in this quiet month of May.
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