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Water Water Everywhere, the Kind That You Can Drink
If the volume of the oceans
Could hold my love for you
They'd still be overflowing
Dry land would not show through
If I could only give you
One cup of what I hold
Inside the secret chambers
Of a heart that beats untold
You never would be thirsty
Or need another drink
My love would satisfy you
At least that's what I think
Copyright ©
Andres Luis Bigote
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