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And I'd say, standing there tall in the shallows:
Look at my fish, love,
how it lies in my hand,
How my fingers caress it,
slip down its sides...
But the I'd say softer,
eyes bright with your seeing:
A gift, love. No words.
Come closer and look, it's all me.
Look at my fish, love,
how it lies in my hand,
How my fingers caress it,
slip down its sides...
But the I'd say softer,
eyes bright with your seeing:
A gift, love. No words.
Come closer and look, it's all me.