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pot
A watched pot never boils
Do I have to try so hard
Will you ever know
Would the creaking bell toll
Would the wolf howl
As the moon swings low
Can you say you’ve never sang
A lowly humble tune
Hand insane, shot down my love blind
Would you ever say I’d be okay
If you know where we pray
To my last gaze
I can’t really say
Other than
It’s lack of faith
And that pot will never boil