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I am singing as I dream, singing free,
and I can hear the air buzzing along,
wrapping my song in the sweetest memory
which I can never speak, just hum along:
The vastest ocean harassing the shore
like a curious child parades the air
with questions about this, and "what's that for?",
eroding ears and corners – Endless fear
might be a proper response from the block –
You ask too much, learn to keep it shuttered,
so that the hurricane's only a walk
through time and rhymes are the sweet songs muttered:
Though no ears are willing, you are that eye,
and you calm your soul as the riptides fly.

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