Because

Because it’s not the right kind of water
For you or for me
It’s strong as a Spring day
Wraps us in rapture
And drowns us like rats

Of course it’s not the right kind
Got too much moon in it
It’s written in Cyrillic
And its fish are as quick as dead

It’s not the right kind for living
Swallows the breath of you
Gulps tears in a twinkling

It’s not the right kind of water
But we bathed in it

All the same

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