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In pursuit of stony-hearted verbs
A little tune continually works
It was the steady joy of her life
She kept working in the graves
Of deceased languages
Dead and dug up like a dove
Ticking my rings
Ticking
The cares of the world
Blessed all the fancies of poets
Bitterness deep in the shade
With starting tears you could say
It's a crime that we ever loved
Ticking my rings
Ticking
As bright noon forms from a doubtful morn
Ticking my rings
Assemble in song
Sunbeam struck open water
Distant music tame
The monster
Distant music tame
The monster