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Quite dazed but lift thy drowsy feet, Sit listless on a worn-out seat; Breathing heavily, Field the space with sounds of dismay.
The skies are sighing, Clouds are crying; Two lonely pails shed water slowly, As lightning strikes started to play.
Drenched yet kept walking, Drained yet never stopped running; Came knocking at a wooden house nearby, Nobody answered though laughs passed through rough doors.
On a wet street sorrounded by friends, No one thy hands no matter how far it extends; On a heart that was wrapped in tension, Evil noises never emphatize a bit.
("You said you can, but you can't" "You do it yourself, I'll never help you" "You are so full of yourself")
