Now the time has come to speak I was not able And water through a rusted pipe Could make the sense that I do Gurgle, mutter Hiss, stutter Moan the words like water Rush and foam and choke Having waited This long of a winter I fear I only Croak and sigh Somewhere deep within Hear the creak That lets the tale begin Now the time has come to move I was not able Water through a rusted pipe Could make the moves that I do Stagger, stumble Trip, fumble I fear I only Slip and slide Somewhere deep within Hear the creak That lets the tale begin Somewhere deep within Hear the creak That lets the tale begin
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