| The smell of you and the ancient taste
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| Of salt and sea wakes me from my equilibrium
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| Shakes me from my lasting equilibrium
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| The sudden cries of rising sea-birds
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| Ascending from the foaming waves
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| No more, nowhere to be found equilibrium
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| I’m descending into protean dreams
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| Drawn by the sea-shine in your open eyes
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| White-fingered waves reach out for my skin
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| Softer than velvet and colder than ice
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| I’m descending into the protean dreams
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| Crossing the threshold of a deeper realm
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| Dreams of the sea reach out for my soul
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| Softer than velvet and older than time
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| Older than time
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| Dreams of the hunter
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| Protean dream
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| Dreams of the lover
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| Dreams of the warden
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| Protean dream
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| Dreams of the lover
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| Protean, ever-changing sea
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| Crushing waves, beckoning me
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| Opening me, dreams to see
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| Descending into protean dreams
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| Following the ancient streams
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| Understanding what it all means
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| What it all means
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| I am waking from equilibrium |