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floating
It was right before noon
In the middle of June.
O’ that he thought you might call him
Call him by name in a sweet tone
Beckoning him
Giving directions to return home
Back to the center of his world
One with all worlds
Where he might swim in the reservoir
Diving so deeply
Exhaling
Exhaling grieving
Letting it float to the top
Floating
Right to the top
Liberating
For freedom he swapped
Trading gold for all his blues
Diving so deeply
Exhaling
Exhaling grieving
Letting it float to the top
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From Photosyntheses
Released 2001 on Metanoia Records
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