The thing which you know, is still alive,
Like a diamond sheen shine;
I have given up all thinking nuts,
Like a water sprinkling around.
The thing that a slave does, in a mine,
Like a flopper murmuring around;
It has shown all rising,
Like a bee buzzing around.
Tick tick tick tick letting you know,
Like a clock hanging alone;
24 waking hours to go,
Like a world goes on stepping stone.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 1:27 AM UTC
The thing which you know, is still alive,
Like a diamond sheen shine;
I have given up all thinking nuts,
Like a water sprinkling around.
The thing that a slave does, in a mine,
Like a flopper murmuring around;
It has shown all rising,
Like a bee buzzing around.
Tick tick tick tick letting you know,
Like a clock hanging alone;
24 waking hours to go,
Like a world goes on stepping stone.
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