The drip drop

S.D. Sycther
Hmm, listen to the hunger as something changed his life;
And bigger goes the sorrow and digger growls the strife;
Where hidden all treasures, where hidden my knife;
There lost the tip of the spear and lost the wonders of my life.
Still drip drops the blood and still continues this life.

Counting stars and all nights passed away;
Where lies all when went I astray?
Where lies all when I went astray.
If it rains, shall it be in moth of May;
Surely the deaf will hear and the dumb will sound;
Whatever speak I is prophecy profound.
Whatever speak I is prophecy profound.

Hmm, listen to the hunger prize forbids my notion;
There agrees he nothing when carries away every emotion.
I have done the works and emptied childish devotion.
Hmm, listen to the hungry prize forbids my emotion.

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