Washing sorrows

Can you hear that?

Like a river of sorrow calling your name
With each splash against the flow,
Come bathe, wallow here with me
and I'll wash your sorrow away,
Let me lap at your troubles
And soothe your furrowed brow,
UnCurl your frown
Lay with me sleep with me;
Let your soul drift,
And your sorrows drown...

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