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Temple Part II In the midst of my depression I stopped to pen a rhyme My ailing mind will still allow it Today I am coherent Though enervated and confused Tomorrow I may be mad or dead I must be cautious, I dare not be afraid I share this thing with you while I have time This despair of mine I don't remember why I feel this way I can't remember why I write