| Here beneath the moon tonight
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| So pale and fragile
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| Is that shining in the distance I see
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| Real or just imagined?
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| Imagined mirages of agua
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| Somewhere in these sands that spread before me
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| There lies a silent spring for me
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| Que agua
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| The earth without the heavens' rain
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| Becomes powder and gravel
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| Life without a spirit whole
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| In time becomes a thread unraveled
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| Or traveled in the circles of agua
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| And lately there grows a thirst inside me
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| With only hunger to guide me
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| Que agua
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| Agua ever deep
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| Agua ever wide
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| Agua ever still and silent
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| Flowing into sleep finding what we hide
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| Dreaming what cannot be sighted
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| Agua ever warm
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| Current ever strong
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| Agua ever, ever lasting
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| Gathering in storm
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| Pouring out in song
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| Washing over understanding
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| Agua
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| Agua deep
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| Agua so wide
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| Carry me to your shore
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| Carry me agua
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| Agua
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| Agua deep
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| Agua so wide
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| Carry me to your shore
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| Carry me agua |