| Once I was a big drop of water
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| I was in the desert
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| I was in high
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| Was in high demand
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| Saw you turn, saw you turn, turn away
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| Water came down, hit the dry ground
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| Lost all the facts, slipped through the cracks
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| Spread around
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| Under and down
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| Down through the ground
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| Carry on, now beyond
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| Past where all the dancing rained like thunder
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| After laughter and music, different sounds
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| To where the thunder became something
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| Like the pulsing of the flowers
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| Which is something like the nothing
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| Like the pulsing like the hours
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| But the hour was on time because I slipped into a flower
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| Recalled the time to climb the line
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| A honeysuckle tower
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| I was water brought to lifted leaves
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| Of daffodils and daily leaves
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| Drank into the grace of trees
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| The aspens like the willows weep
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| It hung so low
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| It touched below
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| The surface of
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| A still puddle
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| Did I behold
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| Reflection told
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| Looking back at me
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| The eyes of my body
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| So I jumped in
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| Back into my skin
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| And sang this song
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| Of where I’d been
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| Once I was a big drop of water
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| I spread around and became part of many living in the land
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| Saw you turn when I turned, turned away
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| In the still, in the still water
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| And we’re still water |