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My arms are dragging
My legs are weak
My mouth is dry
I cannot speak
I reach for water
But it’s not there
A simple delusion
Turned to despair
Necessity grows
Without that thing
That thing that makes
The thing just ring
The thing that makes
The voice of angels
The noise of halos
The choice of joyful

I try to find
That simple thing
But it is lost
No use searching
I know where it is
But I cannot travel forth
For my arms are dragging
And my legs are weak.

Description
My arms are dragging
My legs are weak
My mouth is dry
I cannot speak
I reach for water
But it’s not there
A simple delusion
Turned to despair
Necessity grows
Without that thing
That thing that makes
The thing just ring
The thing that makes
The voice of angels
The noise of halos
The choice of joyful

I try to find
That simple thing
But it is lost
No use searching
I know where it is
But I cannot travel forth
For my arms are dragging
And my legs are weak.