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 |