Cool water…
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I want to fly like a scroll unfolding
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Float to a stone ledge
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Wait for a moment 'fore spilling
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Words to a hedge
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And going away
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Like a poem closed in a dresser drawer
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You could say that's what they're for
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You want to melt like bullion in a golden flow
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And roll on down the hills
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Back to the cracks
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Back to the deep
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Where you can harden and get your fill
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Of cool water in surround sound…
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Oh my mackinaw feels too tight
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My frozen jaw begs for the break of night
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Songbirds and sounds of dawning light…
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Cool Water
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| Laura Veirs |
