8.Riverdance
Hear me cry
In my hungering search for you
Taste my breath on the wind
See the sky
As it mirrors my colours
Hinds and whispers begin
I am living to nourish you, cherish you
I am pulsing the blood in your veins
Feel the magic and power of surrender to life
(Uisce Beatha)
Every finger is touching and searching
Until your secrets come out
In the dance, as it endlessly circles
I linger close to your mouth
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