Its crawling
Still all in
Befallen
Cruel sun
In summer
Oh slumber
My number
Is up
Theres peaches
In reaches
With leeches
At heart
Im thinkin
And blinkin
Its stingin
Mine eyes
Abhorring
Hes gorging
Still boring
On me
Its lighter
Its brighter
No fighter
Is i
Its dried up
And tied up
And fried up
Mine eyes
Its crawling
Still all in
Befallen
Cruel sun
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