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| Memory Of Water 
 I wonder if my rope?s still hanging from the tree
 By the standing pool where you drank me
 And filled me full of thirsty love
 And the memory of water?
 
 I wonder if a king still fishes there
 His back toward the burned out air
 His laughing catches singing loud
 Of the memory of water
 
 Your taste is blood and ecstasy
 But I must drink you all alone
 You?re freckled like a speckled egg
 A dove but this bird has flown
 
 O stay with me sweet memory
 O stay with me
 
 I wonder if my rope?s still hanging from the tree
 By the standing pool where you drank me
 As pain flows through me like champagne
 Of the memory of water
 
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