Worrye not about 'being productive,' for thou art not a product. Thou art a star daunsinge yn a hopeful skye. A signal blinking across centuryes and worldes. Thou art a song performid just once and perfectlye. Thy tyme ys unquantifiable and thy worth immeasurable.
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Last Christmas
Ich gave thee my hearte
But the verye next daye
Ther came a wolf,
Wyth sinews of whispers, quiet as frost
And the wolf stole my hearte,
Fled to a tower out of tyme
Biyonde all the stars.
Seek now my hearte,
Return it within a yeare and a daye:
Thys ys thy queste!