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My face is shaped by you

Great Moon unfolds my tides

Into lonley bays I am pushed

I glint you back into the sky

And though winds howl upon my skin

Crest me high into the night

Underneath it I am strong

You are wasted in this fight

I may lash the stones you feed me

Eat ever deeply from the cliffs

But Moon is not master

Nor the winds whispering whips

Its only skin that you are taking

Not the meat in which life thrives

So your mighty pulls upon me

And your cold Antarctic knives

I let glance upon my armor

I let force me into flood

But my strength is deep within me

In my salty sea like blood

And fire from the mountains

Boils deep up from below

I cool it with my waters

I build up earthen bone

Great the valleys in my darkness

Deep the chasms of my spine

True power I would show

Down below deep in the brine