Sometimes i would neither speak nor answer
When you spoke to me
But don't get angry or sad
I hear the noise of many waters
All day all night
I hear them flowing to and fro
But me in deep thought
Homer wi' hector achilles and ajax
Shakespeare's hamlet wi' prettey ladies
But me in dark room which once more I stand
Without any sleep
Thoughts running here and there
When owls do cry n bat's back
I do fly far away
My dark life begins again
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