The waving of the water 
And the whistle of the wind 
Wave away the wonder 
Of a way to live again. 
A moment more than never, 
Although never is enough. 
Enough to bite the apple, 
Yeah but never, NEVER touch! 
Touch, and such, 
Though never much 
Be quiet, HUSH! 
They're sleeping... 
You're right, you're right, 
I'll never bite 
And never fight 
The weeping.

The End

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