The clouds were grey and the land is wet,
I was brought back to life again with no bet.
The air was cold and my body was weak,
but my mind was somehow at its peak.
The floor was damp with countless puddles,
but the Sun gave us a nice warm cuddle.
Our spirits were lifted,
and our strength rejuvenated.
Quickly we came into battle,
but neither ends were not ready to settle.
Finally we gave in,
and took no heed to our sin.
We energized through food and drink,
and so we sat to listen and think.
We pondered over life stories,
while we stoned and said our sorries.
A sad tale I was told,
it was one which I could behold.
I offered my hand of aid,
but I guess it was too afraid.
Expressing in the most unpredictable way,
somehow I could see it sway.
The sorrows are stacking,
and its resistance is failing.
How I wish I could help,
for somehow I could hear it yelp.
To make things once again even,
if only a chance I was given.
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