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ON SOME DAYS, IT IS LOUD AND POWERFUL— LIKE ROLLING THUNDER. ON OTHERS, IT IS AS SOFT AND SWEET AS LILIES ON THE SURFACE OF THE POND. I DIP MY FINGERS INTO THE WATER, AND LET THE LIGHT, GENTLE VOICE COAX ME INTO THAT FAMILIAR ACHE OF LONGING:
"COME AWAY WITH ME, COME AWAY WITH ME..."
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