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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