| Same river, we swim like some sliver, in skin,
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| Now it’s in the river again,
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| But it’s moving and it feels so cold,
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| Maybe you will, catch it still.
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| In the same river we swam was no different,
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| Than the same river we swam in again.
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| Breathing spores, longing for,
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| My lungs to be filled with your fungus no more.
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| I cried as my cells divide,
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| The feeling multiplies over time.
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| And the boy sees me humming this simple song,
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| And the boy comes close, he brings his sister along,
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| The ecstatic unburdened youth, they’re never wrong,
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| And the boy starts singing along.
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| After all, a voice, it’s just a light, all the time in front of you,
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| Facing faces, placing places, changing every time you do,
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| Set off by soundless voices, singing rounded noises,
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| Singing au revoir forever.
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| The same river we swam in was no different,
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| Than the same river we swam in again,
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| Because it’s moving and it feels so cold,
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| Maybe you will catch it still. |