.(Hammill)
It's easy to say, when you're so down,
That everything's pointless;
Your eyes burn, your ears howl,
Your limbs are disjointed.
Barren fields, the barren earth, never more will it flower.
Rub your face and your hands in the dirt:
Now is the hour!
So stan.
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