Lake swimming
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Shucking free our deadened selves
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Like snakes and corn do
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Our bodies tore off swimming suits
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And all the old notions
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The cold ocean far away
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Enter the sun
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Marching like a matador
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Flashing her yellow velvet suit
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Throwing a red cape on the sky
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Old butterfly
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I'll dance with you
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Though our wings may crumble
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We can float like ash
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Broken but the edges still shine
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Lake swimming
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Shucking free our deadened selves
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Like snakes and corn do
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Our bodies tore off swimming suits
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And all the old notions
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The cold ocean far away
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Lake Swimming
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| Laura Veirs |
