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Wake
The river runs, the wind blows, the sail opens, the raft goes, my lungs breathe and my heart knows, when to beat and when to skip— when you walk by, your soul I sip, and quench desire, my lonely hunger, never higher, gone with ease, lost the grip, redeeming fire, your soul I sip.
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