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Out of the murky water
Comes a cold and distant rain child.

Out of her muddy worries
Comes the story she is laying.

Playing out her game for fate forsaken strangers
Making strong backs break like brittle kindling,
Angel breath of swamp bred babies
Clouds the minds of idle saviors.
Grey moon patient for the high tide
Savours all our answerless midnight dances
That sweet new love brings.
And laying down with weary travellers
Only serves the sins that listless love brings.

Out of the murky water
Comes a cold and distant rain child.

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