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Waters Of March
Sofia

A stick, a stone,

It's the end of the road,

It's the rest of a stump,

It's a little alone


It's a sliver of glass,

It is life, it's the sun,

It is night, it is death,

It's a trap, it's a gun


The oak when it blooms,

A fox in the brush,

A knot in the wood,

The song of a thrush


The wood of the wind,

A cliff, a fall,

A scratch, a lump,

It is nothing at all


It's the wind blowing free,

It's the end of the slope,

It's a beam, it's a void,

It's a hunch, it's a hope


And the river bank talks

Of the waters of March,

It's the end of the strain,

The joy in your heart


The foot, the ground,

The flesh and the bone,

The beat of the road,

A slingshot's stone


A fish, a flash,

A silvery glow,

A fight, a bet,

The range of a bow


The bed of the well,

The end of the line,

The dismay in the face,

It's a loss, it's a find


A spear, a spike,

A point, a nail,

A drip, a drop,

The end of the tale


A truckload of bricks

In the soft morning light,

The shot of a gun

In the dead of the night


A mile, a must,

A thrust, a bump,

It's a girl, it's a rhyme,

It's a cold, it's the mumps


The plan of the house,

The body in bed,

And the car that got stuck,

It's the mud, it's the mud


Afloat, adrift,

A flight, a wing,

A hawk, a quail,

The promise of spring


And the riverbank talks

Of the waters of March,

It's the promise of life

It's the joy in your heart


A stick, a stone,

It's the end of the road

It's the rest of a stump,

It's a little alone


A snake, a stick,

It is John, it is Joe,

It's a thorn in your hand

And a cut in your toe


A point, a grain,

A bee, a bite,

A blink, a buzzard,

A sudden stroke of night


A pin, a needle,

A sting, a pain,

A snail, a riddle,

A wasp, a stain


A pass in the mountains,

A horse and a mule,

In the distance the shelves

Rode three shadows of blue


And the riverbank talks

Of the waters of March,

It's the promise of life

In your heart, in your heart


A stick, a stone,

The end of the road,

The rest of a stump,

A lonesome road


A sliver of glass,

A life, the sun,

A knife, a death,

The end of the run


And the riverbank talks

Of the waters of March,

It's the end of all strain,

It's the joy in your heart.
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