TO THE WATER AND THE AIR

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My soul is suited
To sea and sky

More than earth
Made to sail and fly

Yet life has bound it
Rooted grounded

For the sake of Love

But if it is to live
And not to die

I must take myself
From time to time

To the water
And the air 

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