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The feeling speaks no language

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by [Edger Diggings ]

2003-11-03  |     | 

I’m not flesh made,
I’m just a cascade
and I’m falling in your hands, tonight,

The above sky
whisper me why
I really fell in love with you, all right.

Tiny, tiny,
shiny, shiny,
cool enough to keep our love awake and bright,

It’s my river
drops of fever
still sparkle in my dreams with you, tonight.

‘cose I‘m your river,
you’re my shiver,
I can see it on my skin, tonight,

I’m your thunder,
you’re my wonder
that turns my water into deep, blue sea.

And in the morning,
I can breath you
and I’m opening my wings, wide, wide, wide

And I’m flying,
in the sunshine,
I’m flying in the breeze, for you.

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