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I am separate from belongingSo afraid of lies and wronging
I listen only to my longing
Ears attuned to gentle gonging
All I want to feel is love
Searching for its gentle glove
Finding only push and shove
Ruffled feathers from above
Take me fast and take me early
Bring me home dancing whirly
Life can seem sometimes surly
Standing soft but muscles burly
Happy that my soul can stand
Underneath my feet like sand
Wishing for each wave to land
Soft and warm beneath my hand
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