| Waves caress the foamed shore below
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| Resonating ultrasonic through the cliffs and their sand
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| The sun’s shine is poured all around
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| With a beam drying the leaves and such
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| There is something about here, and it does me good
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| Where we have eyes and movement
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| Where we have eyes and movement
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| Where sound is understood
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| We have living respiration
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| A breath echo vibration
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| Solid sun inspiration and ground where forebears stood
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| Here I am going, and here I will stay
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| I have a body to do my moving, to find my home wood
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| I am here to see tomorrow
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| I am here to breathe today
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| There is a rust nailed floor boarded with ancient oak wooden planks that rock
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| and creak
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| Wooden planks that rock and creak
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| Words' eye
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| Singularity
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| You did not sing and I would not dream
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| You are the shade breeze
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| You are the shade
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| You are the shade breeze
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| You are the shade
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| You are the shade breeze
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| You are the shade breeze blowing
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| The movers of the stream
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| I am here to see tomorrow and am here to breathe today
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| I have a body to do my moving, to find my home wood
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| To find my home wood
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| We have living respiration, a breath echo vibration
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| Solid sun inspiration and ground where forebears stood
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| Words' eye
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| Stops breath withholding the heart within its rib cage and it stops for a moment
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| Waves caress the foamed shore below
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| Resonating ultrasonic through the cliffs of their sound
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| There is something about here and it does me good
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| Where we have color, eyes and movement
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| Where sound is understood
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| We have living respiration and breath echo vibration
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| Solid sun inspiration and ground where forebears stood
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| Here I am going and here I will stay
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| I have a body to do my moving, to find my home wood
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| I am here to see tomorrow
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| And I am here to breathe today
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| I was hoping that you would make it
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| And I’m happy that you could
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| I was hoping that you would make it
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| I am happy that you could
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| And I will see you again
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| Singularity
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| If you did not sing then I would not dream
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| Singularity
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| If you did not sing then I would not dream
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| You are the shade breeze blowing the movers up stream |