Talkative flow, the water seeps through.
The water hits the ground, and then seeds then grew.
The fake, the undeserving, rights were taken away.
A girl who thinks of her herself but afraid.
Bathe in the sun, dark won't amount to the light.
The bright One then takes his flight.
On the low, with the bow, the men in the trench.
Someone name Nick, sitting on the bench.
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