I am working, toiling, like
I am rowing to the end of the world.
Come, sit with me for a moment in leisure.
The world can wait,
Time can waste itself,
My work can be done, but later.
Come, sit with me for a moment in leisure.
Let my face be perched opposite your perfection.
Let my soul soar as it senses beauty.
Let my heart flutter at the thought.
Let my eyes view their purpose.
Let my mind lose itself.
Come, sit with me for a moment in leisure.
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