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Body of Water
Cooling waters of, the lake of land above
Acting as a temple for the state that's made of love
Occupied by dignified, stagnant beasts of young
Who fight the waves to save the day for who we are among
Here we are without, the things we see devout
Surviving in a sense but beyond our grasp of doubt
With heads so filled with righteous, foggy in retreat
Capturing our fluency, albeit incomplete
In a spire room, filled with music and with red
The we as a collective will intoxicate instead
All the living while, we cease to fear the end
Because the opportunities will reach us soon again.
