i can't stop admiring you, yes
little feelings molding together
to giant throbbing life of wisdom
trying to uncover things' future
how could river flow that way
when you dig a lake close by
how could birds fly up in sky
when clouds are low to begin
how could it be a pouring rain
when i have my mitten and coat
i never ask anything about you
i always feel it coming and fast
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