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Black Water runs in the winter breeze. Stream in motion, will never freeze. Deep or shallow it will be as belief. This waterside is where I leave my grief. Black water feels cold against my skin. I am breathless as I walk deeper in. Black water runs, takes me away, deeper in its arms. I fell in love with the sense of being alive. And now it's so hard to let go. Far in water, gone is the feel of cold. I dream of the harbour where I float. Black water drifts me out of time. Last River is where I close my eyes. Black water runs, takes me away, deeper in its arms. I fell in love with the sense of being alive. But now it's time to let go. From Letras Mania