Drawn to my edge of the river

Tearing over the horizon

Warm verses

Skip across like stones

Through the calm

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Rippling out of the mist

Familiar songs live again

They weave the dark rift shut  

Our wounds cleansed and mended

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We trade echoes through the night

Our melodic volleys

Pouring through the trees

Retelling our survival

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Until the cold-hearted river

Gleams in black

Full of precious stones

Weighed down and silent