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Clock ticks on, the night is deep
My fingers write the words I keep
The ink runs dry, the hours go
I rise with every task I know
Keep my calm and let the day
Drain every ounce I have away
But when the final hour calls
I answer back behind these walls
The cursor blinks, the page stands still
Another hour, the final drill
This work is mine, I stand alone
I'm tired now, but I have grown
The cursor blinks, the page stands still
Another hour, the final drill
I feel the pull but won't subside
I'll be the calm inside the tide
Keep my calm and let the day
Drain every ounce I have away
But when the final hour calls
I answer back behind these walls
The cursor blinks, the page stands still
Another hour, the final drill
This work is mine, I stand alone
I'm tired now, but I have grown
The cursor blinks, the page stands still
Another hour, the final drill
I feel the pull but won't subside
I'll be the calm inside the tide