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I felt the cold of the ice and water |
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Come flowing through as it pulled me under |
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I saw my hand reaching out in the ether |
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And touched the branches in my cold white fever |
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Flow, white water, flow |
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Down to me |
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I heard you calling in the city canyons |
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I should have waited by the window lantern |
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But I went running through the moonlit forest |
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Alone and searching for the cold white current |
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Flow, white water, flow |
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Down to me |
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Flow, white water, flow |
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Me out to sea |
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And coming through the mist |
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Into the calm and clear |
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In the emerald gleam |
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I can feel you near |
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The dogwoods on the banks |
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Glowing in the gloom |
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On every naked branch |
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A beautiful white bloom |
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I see you running in the tall wild grasses |
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Young and free along the river rapids |
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Your body floating in the foreign air |
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Your lovely hands reaching down from there |
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Flow, white water, flow |
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Clean on through |
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Flow, white water, flow |
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Me o'er to you |
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And coming through the mist |
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Into the calm and clear |
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In the emerald gleam |
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I can see you near |
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Standing on the shore |
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Glowing in the gloom |
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And from you parted lips, |
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A beautiful white bloom |