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Women at the Well

As I sat upon this wood rotting, gazing down deep within your soul The waters of your heart flow deeply, for I know our love will grow. This handle holds an empty bucket, With it’s ropes turning toward you. I wish upon this starlit night that this may come true, That you pull me up from this darkness. Filling my heart with the waters from your soul. I am dying of thirst within, and my emptiness grows, Pour your heart into my soul, so, I thirst no more. Put out this fire within me that you have placed, So, We will go on forever more drinking from, Our well of love.

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