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A hand in the water
You’re a cascade of assumptions
And while I wade in the corruption
I see an island in the horizon
And a woman set in stone
Her hand in the water
She envies its motion
If she was more like the others
She'd be less alonee
But as the tide crashes against her
She will crack and then shatter
Until the current takes her away
Floating down to the bottom
With the rest who have fallen
She will sit and slowly decay
