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And you are no longer river to me |
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And you are no longer river to me |
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Though your coarsing remain |
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Eager to acquaint me |
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And you are no longer docile stream |
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And you are no longer docile stream |
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Though your patience proves you into ease |
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And once this spark met kindling |
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Forgets its gentle ambling |
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Becoming heat, becoming steam |
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Becoming luminescent glee |
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Atoms splinter, sparkling |
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Alive and nimble symmetry |
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And all along, this glistening |
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Blankets we and everything |
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Shadows dance triumphantly |
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A wordless whisper sighs and pleas |
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Little deaths envelope thee |
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You and I and a flame make three |
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You and I and a flame make three |
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You and I and a flame make three |
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And you are not glassy bay to me |
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And you are not glassy bay to me |
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Though my tired fleet abides in your gentle breeze |
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And you are now vast and open sea |
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And my mind travels you endlessly |
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And you beckon, toss and toss and swallow me |
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And once this spark met kindling |
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Forgets its gentle ambling |
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Becoming heat, becoming steam |
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Becoming luminescent glee |
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Atoms splinter, sparkling |
|
Alive and nimble symmetry |
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And all along, this glistening |
|
Blankets we and everything |
|
Shadows dance triumphantly |
|
A wordless whisper sighs and pleas |
|
Little deaths envelop thee |
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You and I and a flame makes three |
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You and I and a flame make three |
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You and I and a flame make three |
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You and I and a flame make three |
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You and I and a flame make three |
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You and I and a flame make three |
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You and I and a flame make three |
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You and I and a flame make three |
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You and I and a flame make three |
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You and I and a flame make three |
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You and I and a flame make three |
