Sometimes I cry with the want
To make my feelings known
But, ofttimes, I am left to hunt
As even to me they aren't shown
Then, as though a dam is burst
What's alive in me does flow
And let's pass what built up first
Unto power there to grow
To make my feelings known
But, ofttimes, I am left to hunt
As even to me they aren't shown
Then, as though a dam is burst
What's alive in me does flow
And let's pass what built up first
Unto power there to grow
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