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- Hear me cry
- In my hungering
search for you
- Taste my breath
on the wind
- See the sky
- As it mirrors
my colours
- Hinds and
whispers begin
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- I am living to
nourish you, cherish you
- I am pulsing
the blood in your veins
- Feel the magic
and power of surrender to life (Uisce
Beatha)
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- Every finger is
touching and searching
- Until your
secrets come out
- In the dance,
as it endlessly circles
- I linger close
to your mouth
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