Worn out by anxious watching
A heavy slumber had overtaken them
Their passion will soon be dead
Writings calling is just a face out of sky

Injury by their first confusion
An answer being obvious astonishment

All these thoughts will come to an end

The writings were sent out
To a faithful servant
Some of them don't even care
Some of them don't even dare

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