Breathe, breathe,
Shuffle things round.
Breathe, breathe,
Follow the sound,
Of your heart finely beating,
Your rhythm, your drum.
This is what you asked for,
And tougher times are to come.
Breathe, breathe,
Shut them out, focus.
Breathe, breathe,
And you’ll find your locus.
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