| I skimmed across black waters,
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| Without once submerging,
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| Unto the banks of an urban morning,
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| That hungers the first light,
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| Much, much more than mountains ever do.
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| And she like a ghost beside me,
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| Goes down with the ease of a dolphin,
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| And emerges unlearned, unscorned, unharmed,
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| For she is the perfect creature,
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| A natural in every feature,
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| And I am the geek with the alchemists stone.
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| For all of you who must discover,
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| For all who seek to understand,
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| For having left the path of others,
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| You find a very special hand.
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| And it is a holy thing,
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| And it is a precious time,
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| And it is the only way,
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| Forget me nots among the snow,
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| It’s always been and so it goes,
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| To ponder his death and his life eternally.
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| For all of you who must discover,
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| For all who seek to understand,
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| For having left the path of others,
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| You find a very special hand.
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| And it is a holy thing,
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| And it is a precious time,
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| And it is the only way,
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| Forget me nots among the snow,
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| It’s always been and so it goes,
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| To ponder his death and his life eternally.
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| One Bright Blue Rose outlives all those,
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| 2, 000 years and still it grows,
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| To ponder his death and his life eternally. |