Like the arrival of the purest from of life
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It sets its course to remain just that
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If not for the blatant disregard for its purity
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It would never uncover the anger
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Stormlit, Aqua
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The crest of the waves reveal a
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Sign of friendship with the moon
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Embracing each other with the
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Tides and currents that flow, throughout
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The spaces meant for it to be!
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"Reaching, to hold onto, the liquid, rain"
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The perspiration on a sweating soul tells
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The body what is known
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The the water reveals the human effort
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It tends to exceed its own demand
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By taking the world by the hand
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Stormlit, Aqua
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(Reaching to hold onto the liquid reain)
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Water
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| Atheist |
