The wounded

Does it hurt

How earthly do you wish for it to end

Answer this first

Do you imagine soon it’ll have to mend

But don’t you know

It’s been a feeling lurking by

You by self appointed this foe

Come now tattered i’ve said this with a sigh

Can you read good time

As a deliverer it heals you proud

With lament songs and rings of ancient chimes

Your love is chained, it cries like a blithering hound.

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