"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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