Maya Angelou

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Fickle comfort steals away What it knows It will not say What it can It will not do It flies from me To humor you. Capricious peace will not bind The severed nerves The jagged mind The shattered dream The loveless sleep It frolics now Within your keep. Confidence, that popinjay, Is planning now To slip away Look fast It's fading rapidly Tomorrow it returns to me.

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