cold river runs fast
to the fathomless ocean's
disparate whole
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cold river runs fast
to the fathomless ocean's
disparate whole
Disparate whole
Self residing on a shelf
Should get out for air.
Should get out for air
Lived in my own mind too long
It's stuffy in here
It's stuffy in here
And I am forced to stay here
I think I'm dying
"I think I'm dying"
Hypochondriac's refrain
Till one day it's true
Till one day it's true
And his light no longer shines
Never to be seen
Never to be seen
But heard on quiet evenings
Spirit of the moor
Spirit of the moor
Looking for lost happiness
Longing for deep sleep
Longing for deep sleep
enervated after work
wake me tomorrow
wake me tomorrow
if combat fatigue chewed up
tonight unrestful
Tonight unrestful
Death closes the mind to itself
Rain patters outside
rain patters outside
fantastic paradise is
beyond the graveyard
Beyond the graveyard
Lives an old mid wife birthing
the newly arrived.
Beyond the graveyard
Rolling hills wear silken grass
White fence, vivid green
The newly arrived
Babe mews catlike, clutches life
With vigorous force