11.Water Birds
Still dreaming of the thicketed green
Salty-marsh fed by the tidal stream
The downy thrush sleeping deep in the brush
The night brings a hush I can hear the current
Hidden in the knees of the Cypress trees
The insects chirping underneath the leaves
When you kiss me, you really kiss me
Tell me how can you resist me
Did we ever really leave
This is all that we need
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