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The Ebb and Flow

The ebb and flow conjuring

anything I need,

anything I wish.

´Cause I have the mind of a constant solstice,

turning around,

making it taller.

The ebb and flow of the feelings within,

are such a gift

and such a sin.

What could I do, other than to live?

I ask you,

and I ask myself.

´Cause the ebb and flow keeps growing further,

it teaches us to live in service.

Service of God,

and for all that´s good,

A choice to be made,

I know I would.

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