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How is it |
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I never see |
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The waves that bring her words to me? |
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For though unseen, they drift around |
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They catch my breath and knock me down |
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I feel them quickly swirling by |
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As they withdraw with my reply |
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And slip into the dark of night |
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As I attempt to stay upright |
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Instead I'm stranded on my knees |
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As words depart upon the breeze |
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That quickly drifts away from here |
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And possibly won't reach her ear |
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If we could see the many waves |
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That flow through clouds and sunken caves |
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She'd sense at least, the words that sought her |
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On the wind and under water |
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Instead I'm stranded on my knees |
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As words depart upon the breeze |
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That quickly drifts away from here |
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And possibly won't reach her ear |
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If we could see the many waves |
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That flow through clouds and sunken caves |
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She'd sense at least, the words that sought her |
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On the wind and under water |
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On the wind and under water |
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On the wind and under water |
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On the wind and under water |
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On the wind and under water |
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On the wind and under water |
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On the wind and under water |
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On the wind and under water |
