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By twinkle Date: 2001 Nov 18 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.18.20.21.7096]] |
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even in the canyon i see you moving the breeze of your touch lingers on my skin so swift and mysterious haunting your voice still reaches though i fall to the bottom on the brown earth parched, your water fulfills my endless winding thirst for love glorious grace and you call me up your voice echoing in who i am slowly i reach and the song of life, of you fills me beckons me up these dirty dry cliffs of my life your river flows touching my brokenness forever |