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Dead Beat
How you disappoint
You are not a hollow man
With hollow, pointless thoughts
Or lost, autonomous hands
Everything you do
Makes an enduring stand
So when you do not rise
I do not blame the filling sands
Mirroring ever ticking hands
I see no schemes secret and grand
No, I see a coward playing dead
And believe me
I blame the man.
You are not a hollow man
With hollow, pointless thoughts
Or lost, autonomous hands
Everything you do
Makes an enduring stand
So when you do not rise
I do not blame the filling sands
Mirroring ever ticking hands
I see no schemes secret and grand
No, I see a coward playing dead
And believe me
I blame the man.
Published 8th Mar 2019
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