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Till drought comes Water I will dam these breasts of yours till no tear goes waste I will bind your flow till no seed dies of thirst Water you gave me life Now I will fill your grooves from your current draw my strength make my arms my tentacles that no man dares to swim above the tide Water for you I will build canals and then I will bask till the rhythm of my dreams draw out clouds and make them come down in torrents
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