Labels:text | screenshot | black and white | font | black OCR: Try to find hope in despair Look for a savior in the next man I plead you pass my stair Lay no ill finger on my land You come to seek your king Yet will choose what you find I will watch you choose anything And weep as your land is laid behind A new day has come But not glorious in it's midst Find your own, I stay lonesome Happy in my listlessness Find you all to be ill of health He turns on you and you pray Yet you are blind to yourself And then you call my mind of heresay Yet you cannot hope to see what I do Nor see what I see in life For found in me is lost in you You will find eternal strife I tire quickly of your rules I will not play your game There is no life in your pools Your useless minds stay the same
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