From a swerven shore to bend of bay Just as easy to die on a bright sunny day When my mind and heart return To count the crackings of my faults To try and tell the form is dark To pitch a pain and make it hold To crawl through rain in dust parched bowl These are the things we may not do This is where the light grows dim This is where all voice is stutter This is where all lips shall crack This is where my life has led me This is where I chose to stay This is where I fall apart
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