They call it a pleasure ground
I care not to think
These lakes they consume me
Into them my soul it must sink
I have sat here for hours
Running life over my skin
Dreaming of another
As the deepening depth takes me in
Lost in a moment
This pleasure held in time
Broken they hold me
Broken they are mine
I long to know
How they once glowed
How their beauty once opened,
Once drifted, once flowed
So hear my wail
At the moonlit sky
Understand my plight
As I slide into the lake to lie
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