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My face on water's surface, sails of my mind unfurled Stream carries one slowly speaks of clouds, its cold the language of night. Distance to the quay grows, I'm dashed against reeds, remember last night's dream.
The moon is full-blooded This is how I'm used to searching, this how I advance, make reality shift
This coolly warmly we forget, we rise the way we rose from water a million years ago, we're the same, find the same shore, get our bearings from the moon.
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