This well is deeper than I thought,
A blink of light is not at sight,
Stuck at the bottom, I wish I was out,
The torment was worse that I ever expect.
Fill, oh Lord, this well full drip by drip,
For every little drop I yearn and crave,
Let me float back up there,
In the sunlight, again, I wish to dance.
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