With Me, Dear Blue.
You glisten so clean as your scarceness flees.
Barely alive wih one such as I.
You give and I take from your cooling embrace,
The years without you would be years no more.
Douse me with showes of your cooling touch.
The chills you send down skin is too much.
Oh water, my dear, you mean so much as you already knew.
Please never leave me. Stay with me, dear Blue.
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