| In the eye of the sky the night bent down and sighed
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| And said with a smile, to the wind as it cried:
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| €œyour tears form the oceans and as with the tides
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| Time forms the tears that you cast from your eyes
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| Your salt forms the land and the earth becomes mortar
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| Which dictates your path with direction and order
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| As rivers lay softly asleep in their beds
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| You cry with great plumage from violet to red
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| And as you to your sons and as you to your daughters
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| I’ll keep gentle watch over earth and its waters
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| And as much as you control the ebb and the flow
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| And as sure as the currents carve pathways below
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| And as swift as the tides rotate from high to low
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| That’s as swift as you came and as quickly you’ll go†|