"The birds would laugh at Job, their song would torture him.
Always, a steady rain fell, soaking and chilling him.
He could always see a dry, light place on the horizon.
He would walk for miles, muttering,..."Punchdrunk
"It wore him down;
his head was hanging sideways, his lids were slits.
This happened almost nightly now.
He raised the gloves and waited for another round...."Celebrate Her
"There is a love
Doesn't flower, doesn't die, doesn't follow,
doesn't try, doesn't worry, doesn't cry
I know why..."|
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