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Willows of the Well
I've fallen down the well
Wet with drear
Dark with dispair
There is no staircase out
Without a helping arm
To drag me out of all the gloom
That tries to drown me out
And as you drop the bucket down
And lands square to my head
To spread the pain of panic
Throughout the rest of me
And as they come to get my body
They'll see the crisp decaying turmoil
Of broken poetry
