a tendency to ramble, and spot of spare time...
you are the watersilent and singing and blueand though i light upon your shorei am afraid of youyour depth is beyond meyour horizons too farmy death awaits in swimmingyour waves cold and hardso i light upon your shoreand listen to your songand dream about your touchand wait for spring to come
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you are the water
silent and singing and blue
and though i light upon your shore
i am afraid of you
your depth is beyond me
your horizons too far
my death awaits in swimming
your waves cold and hard
so i light upon your shore
and listen to your song
and dream about your touch
and wait for spring to come
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