A harbour of intense nudge
This touch means grudge
Palpable to thought
In this life we are caught
The river ceases to flow
In all its stagnation, it churns underneath
Restless, idle on the surface
It churns poison beneath
Insistence making lethargic
Imagination runs the ruin awash
Au bade in augur, irresistible craze
I won't play this song again.
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