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I was a log in the waves |
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Last time you saw me |
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End over end I was thrown |
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I endlessly groaned |
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"Hold my hand. Won't someone come surf me?" |
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And of course no one came |
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You stood and watched the wash of water |
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Wedge me hopelessly into the sea wall |
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And there I stayed |
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And quickly decayed |
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Then we all swapped molecules |
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Now with the wave of my hand |
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I command you to see me |
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I'm more like a mountain this time |
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Unmoving alpine decked in fog |
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I'm concealed in snow clouds |
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You're the farmer below |
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And if you've seen my face once |
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Then through twelve cloudy months |
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You will know I am there behind curtains |
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You'll know mountain light |
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Through thickness of night |
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See me |
