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You say even a drop is a sin
So tell me this oh wise one
How else should I numb my faculties
When this reflection seems to me a stranger
Why should I feel the desperate pull of my heart, as it stands on a cliffs edge?
Nothing seems to have changed in all this time
Though I’m sure the marble slab said the same as it observed the chisels edge
Day by Day another piece falls underfoot
Not enough to stumble but still it stings
But still even a drop is a sin