| Stirring at water’s edge
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| Cold froth on my twig
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| My mind in whirls
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| Wanders around desire
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| May I, can I, or have I too often?
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| Craving miracles
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| May I, can I, or have I too often now?
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| Craving miracles
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| Craving miracles
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| No one imagines the light shock I need
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| And I’ll never know
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| From who’s hands, deeply humble
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| Dangerous gifts as such to mine come
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| May I, should I, or have I too often?
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| Craving miracles
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| May I, can I, or have I too often?
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| Craving miracles
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| Craving miracles
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| My romantic gene is dominant
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| And it hungers for union
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| Universal intimacy
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| All embracing
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| May I, should I or have I too often
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| Craved miracles?
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| May I, can I or have I too often
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| Craved miracles?
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| Crave…
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| Waves irregularly striking
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| Wind stern in my face
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| Thunderstorm, come
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| Scrape those barnacles of me
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| May I, may I or should I too often
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| Crave miracles?
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| May I or should I or have I too often
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| All my body parts are one
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| As lightning hits my spine
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| Sparkling
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| Prime runs through me
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| Revive my wish
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| Inviolable
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| May I, can I, or have I too often?
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| Craving miracles
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| May I, can I, should I, or have I too often?
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| Craving miracles |