I watch the Perpet.
Black Clouds on Horizon.
and fear the black Fruits of my Life (Lies).
and bring my harvest Home.
I bring my Harvest Home.
How bitter the Seed may be.
I hold on.
I take the Stones and bring my Harvest Home.
And my Foots are bleeding.
'cause I'll get what I once sown.
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