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Like the arrival of the purest form of life |
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It sets its course to remain just that |
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If not for the blatant disregard for its purity |
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It would never uncover the anger |
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*stormlit, aqua* |
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The crest of the waters reveal a |
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Sign of friendship with the moon |
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Embracing each other with the |
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Tides and currents that flow, throughout |
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The spaces meant for it to be! |
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*"reaching, to hold onto, the liquid, rain"* |
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The perspiration on a sweating soul tells |
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The body what is known |
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The the water reveals the human effort |
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It tends to exceed its own demand |
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By taking the world by the hand |
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*stormlit, aqua* |
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(reaching to hold onto the liquid rain) |
