Your face is bright all steeped in sunshine, more beautiful than the water singing as it runs on a great day.

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Your face is bright all steeped in sunshine, more beautiful than the water singing as it runs on a great day.
She is fire and water. For the first time, she is vivid, free, and full of life, and shall go on living so complete.
We drift in eternal space. A slow progression, a ghostly limbo. Light and darkness over water.
That mysterious woman could knock a man dead - bright eyes that carry him in cold water and blue.
She looked wilder out in the water and sky. She was unexpectedly happy at that particular moment. She could not describe it. How perfect is the earth.
Death itself, is depths of unfathomable water. Things submerged, shut forever in eternal frost. Life's end is a sleep alienated so complete in black.