My soul is wild, thats calls you to it-
Wild as a river or a wood.
And it is useless to seek in it
a gentle mood.
I am like turbid waters running
they may not turn around
and never give to the same root
nor the same ground,
You heard a whisper but it wasn´t
the call of love.
And now the hungry sea before us
shall have us both.
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