Paucity of love 

Draining rain from the skies 
Behold the entitled dreams of love 

Out of reach is the flailing arms of thy beloved . 

Relinquish thee and feel free , tolling bells

The numbers are swelling and the eyes are stirring .

Oh , I could see that shiny spark left for good.

Burnishing coal, the old folk is cold 

All that is needed is love to oil the rusty life lived .

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