Empty life
The life abandoned is behaviour
The world seems to be precious but not now
Life is being kill in the abattior
Life look beautifull in abeyance
This empty life i can feel it
Sorrow uptop of joy all day
Man always abjure on things we cant see all days,
Werby man future is being hide under a bushel
The darkness of the world have cover our light candlestick
The empty life i can feel it
Neither hide nor hair of man can see the future
Empty life of his days time in aboriginal
Man upon curse
Empty life i feel this afternoon
I became an oaf wondering of future
I move day and day in oasis
Enjoying all day long in oasthouse
Ampty life i feel all days
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