Devoted long and hard, stripping timber, nail and bark. The iron sun, dropping tears of immense heat. I will run and immerse myself in the moons tears. O come quickly, the night. Where can I find you? So the stars can drip tears on my face. So the stars can drip tears into my heart. opening up a well, so I am not devoured. Who can run and tell me where the tears are.
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