The fingers
Refuse to feel
They feel like wax
And like burning candles
With nerves to detect the pain
It is hard to begin again
It is hard to let go
But it has to be realized
The desires have no end
And the greed has no end
All of it has to be arranged properly
For harmony to prevail
Refuse to feel
They feel like wax
And like burning candles
With nerves to detect the pain
It is hard to begin again
It is hard to let go
But it has to be realized
The desires have no end
And the greed has no end
All of it has to be arranged properly
For harmony to prevail
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