The
daily days
The
lights shine
The
nights glow
The
wait for embraces
There
is no satisfaction
There
is no hole to hit
The
jackpot still empty
The
throwers don't play
The
daily days
The
feeling getting numb
The
nights seem to howl
A
lonely wolf in the wild
In
the empty well
The
rain never fall
The
empty hollowness
The
fire in ashes flow
But
the hope remains
The
praying for the rain
The
satisfaction has to come
The
holes must come to play
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