I tell you some days I'm so tired, (a)
I'm all confused what to do; (b)
if I have to choose between reds and blues, (c)
I know it will tear me in two. (d)
I'm worried to think it must trouble
so many to see me this curled, (e)
when all that I need is a strong steady breeze (f)
to once more be the hope of the world.
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