A penny for a lonely soul
Despite the plots at hand
My heart grow stronger by the minute,
Despite my sundry soul
Joy burst into the air.
Feeling out of despair
This makes my feeling's stronger
And out of the murky clay-
I reach out of hunger.
I scream out of this place
And run into everlasting eternal,
I stand steadfast with this plan
Running from my pain's inferno.
Despite the plots at hand, yes my love for her go stronger
And despite my sundry soul
My feet will run this journey further.
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