The soul, it skirts the edges, it does roam,
The soul, it skirts the edges, seeks a home.
These are no mere streams, their echoes known,
The soul, it skirts the edges, and is shown.
In love, we've lived and in love, we'll reside,
Let others fade, let other loves subside.
The soul, it skirts the edges, where truths hide,
The soul, it skirts the edges, open wide.
Take with you, the yearnings of my heart,
Take with you, before we tear apart,
As silently you turn and then depart,
These are no mere streams, with their art.
The soul, it skirts the edges, and restart.
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