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I reached my hand to you when you were drowning.

The swamps are sometimes calm when they are swallowing.

I reach my hand to you

I can’t believe I do

Down you go.

Floor is far.

Do you hate your life ?

You measure all your deeds.

Will you lose the will to live ?

When fen will be all around you,

Will you struggle ‘till the end ?

Swim it through ?

Catch your breath ?

That depends on you

The way out is straight when you will find it.

My hand could turn too short for you to grab it.

I reached my hand to you when you were drowning.

The swamps are sometimes calm when they are swallowing.

I reach my hand to you

I can’t believe I do

Down you go.

Floor is far.

Do you hate your life ?

You measure all your deeds.

Will you lose the will to live ?

When fen will be all around you,

Will you struggle ‘till the end ?

Swim it through ?

Catch your breath ?

That depends on you

You do like others.

The swamp will float your flesh.

Your face like others,

Blank and unafraid.

The gust will wake you up.