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WATER   CHORUS

sit sad by a cool spring      (in and out of tune)  
with a splash and babble   (in chorus with the moon) 
for I no longer have you  listen sad to busy chatter
to speak to me or sing    of tiny woodland creatures
                          for they still have agendas
once we had grand plans   but what does it matter     of living and loving
detracting us from this   alone in memories unbound 
life we think only man's  as I sit here sad wondering
  (in and out of tune)    what these creatures think
(in chorus with the moon) when I cry or make a sound

come down and come round  waters sing and I listen
sweet sing softly to me   hoping love still around
wrap a life again on me   then I hear a distant roar
flow again over me me me  of something more profound

in and out of tune in chorus with the moon me  me  me
oh come sing with me before the chorus becomes a howl   


Ali Cecilie Sonder 2001

sometimes I prefer the original of this as The Woodland


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