The Waters of March

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,
It's the joy in your heart.

We needed this break, didn't we?

Haha.

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