Weep no more The waterfalls
You fall upon
The rocky walls
Their edges rough
Will remain that tough
Let them be
You've tried enough
Flow no more
The mountain streams
No one cares
About your dreams
The pots are full
About to burst
They don't need you
To quench their thirst
Shine no more
The northern star
They don't sail out
In the seas afar
They've built their home
Of bricks and clay
They don't want you
To show the way
Sing no more
The chanticleer
They are afraid
That day is near
In a worldly night
They've lost their sight
Now they can't bear
The morning light
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