| Will you tie me in your arms and before the ocean hold me? We may be shelter for the other. |
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| The photograph: colored sheets flying, fieldstone and fruit trees, a house on the bay. |
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| The music: one gull, I whistle, I shout, I sing songs, I would speak no more of the storm. |
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| So tie me to this place, let our roots go down to water and us rise up, leaves, shade, flower, child! |