Now you're touching the bottom
In the climax, envy
The last breath of the evening whispers
You knew it was over
Just take a step and you run away
Silence in the spectacle
In the kingdom of the blind
As a king you can see
A gift in the oppressor's moment is a shark
The last dance is at the end
For the weak and weary
I build my grace
From your hard hands
Those plows are not born,
In whose ditches harvest
The chaff is sown
This field is too abundant
Your father inspires
This is what you would reap tomorrow
If you plow my soul
A gift in the oppressor's moment vanishes
The last dance at the end is
For the weak and tired
My grace builds

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