It laps like a silver something,
Waves like a dancer dancing.
And in its grander I am nothing
But a girl who seeks a dear old friend.
It cools as I dive on under,
Sooths as I swim on over.
And in its depths I am sheltered,
Like a part of its calm, wet world.
Peace rings through the restful stillness,
Sings through the sighs of mildness.
And each breath of air I inhale here,
Clears the mind of a girl at home.
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