The curtain wilters beneath the sleet
The psyche wanders
Constricting sleep
Don't tread too softly
The water's deep
The mind is racing
The body's weak
As I am cut adrift
I'm swept upon the cliffs
No respite and no clean shelter
From clapping winds and howling thunder
Another day crawling on
Another day crawling on
Another day crawling on
Another day crawling on
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