This well is feeling dry
I've sure thought it before
and then yet found again
There was a little more
Said inexhaustible
could there be such a thing
the more it's used it's said
the more the great horn brings
dug with the hands alone
no metaphor just facts
So lay another line
See how it all reacts
A dark dream I recall
patterns a prison cage
I'd tell you of those times
but I'd reveal my age
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