There is a heaving mass inside
That gnaws and soothes and writhes
I feel it swell and peak and hide
Then grow again it tries
It is so jumbled, yet so clear
I never better felt
And so the circumstances here
Are heating me to smelt
Let impurities rise forth
and skim them from my soul
Let this all lead to joyous mirth
Pray not create a bigger hole
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