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What the water wants is hurricanes, and sailboats to ride on its back. What the water wants is sun kiss, and land to run into and back. I have a fish stone burning my elbow, reminding me to know that I'm glad that I have a bottle filled with my old teeth. They fell out like a tear in the bag. And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit She has black hair and small hands. And I have a kettledrum I'll hit the earth with you. And I will crochet you a hat. And I have a red kite; I'll put you right in it. I'll show you the sky From Letras Mania