Over and over
Red rover red rover,
I hear a call for your name.
The sound is a siren
Cryin and Dyin,
And waiting for the day you will come.
And yet you don't know.
Your oblivion shows.
While the cries become echoed and famed.
Desire is the purpose
Take this poem as a service,
And open your ears you dumb!
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