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I'm sitting slowly, I'm bending my knees. |
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Cold granite touches my skin where the veins are close, |
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stealing the warmth from the back of my legs... |
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I lay down on the stone seaside and wait for waves. |
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When I am damp I will see my first friend |
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and he'll laugh at my hair floating far, far behind me. |
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I know my toes are inadequate undersea tools |
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but my first friend will help me to be... |
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Quite simply I'm sinking and thinking of times |
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in the past where bouancy marked my adventure. |
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I know that the darkness is partly to blame |
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for the fact that this sensation has not a name... |
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My tiny child was killed by a car and my twin brother lives so far away. |
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First friend has working gills! |
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My last love took all of her pills! |
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My friend, by the way, is green in the gills |
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and on an average day can swim millions of ways. |
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About the nails and scales he is a silvery blue, |
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and it's not that he swam, but rather, he flew! |
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My friend, by the way, is green in the gills |
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and on an average day can swim millions of ways. |
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About the nails and scales he is a silvery blue, |
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and it's not that he swam, but rather, he flew! |
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I thought it would be dark like the space |
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between dreaming down here but I can see a half-moon above me, |
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elusive, yet mostly sub-orbital... |
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see how my friend splashes wildly! |
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He coats every drop of the moonlight and sends it |
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in swirls past my face in the cold, salty water. |
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He has no idea of the pain that it causes |
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to fight the temptation to follow it down! |
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My friend hasn't noticed I'm blue in the face! |
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He's just not aware that my man-lungs need air! |
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But I'm loathe to swim up towards the surface where headaches |
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and car-battered children will clutch at my brains... |
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And if you ever ask if I can fly, |
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I'll tell you, "Yes, I've died!" |
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The wings that form post-mortem ebb and flow with every tide. |
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Skin and tendons fall away, |
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but I shall glide forever fey, |
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and nails and scales in the dampest depths shall lead me far away... |
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lead me far away... |
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lead me far away... |
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lead me far away... |
