Why the touch of mine
Doesn't sip into thy soul
All the cells and tissues
The sloth is made of
O the coolness of the heart
Drag me to thy eternal den!
All way down the ravines
The arteries block thy flow
Creeping through life
Roaring a roar, urging!
Neyh, thee can't be
That which is so shallow
Facing towards the nature
Outside, the greenery of darkness
Unfathomable in thy abyss
I lay mournful sitting beside the grave
Doesn't sip into thy soul
All the cells and tissues
The sloth is made of
O the coolness of the heart
Drag me to thy eternal den!
All way down the ravines
The arteries block thy flow
Creeping through life
Roaring a roar, urging!
Neyh, thee can't be
That which is so shallow
Facing towards the nature
Outside, the greenery of darkness
Unfathomable in thy abyss
I lay mournful sitting beside the grave
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