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Pt. I



A stale stomach is a rash

Upon the hungry heat

Boiling to a rich old red

Oh, the tears I thirst

To drool but down my cheek

Oh, the tears shall balance out the scale

Pale as the sunless blood

But travels on the veins

Never stopping

Never balancing

And sweet the water floods

For life is but a drizzling tear

To leave the faucet running

And be lost within the seven deadly seas.