Its crawling Still all in Befallen Cruel sun In summer Oh slumber My number Is up Theres peaches In reaches With leeches At heart Im thinkin And blinkin Its stingin Mine eyes Abhorring Hes gorging Still boring On me Its lighter Its brighter No fighter Is i Its dried up And tied up And fried up Mine eyes Its crawling Still all in Befallen Cruel sun
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