Turn on me, O' wind in the pasture,
Rather- chase me to the spire's top
And if we meet or my spirit fall faster
Let it drop without breaking me,
And If I cower upon this tower awhile
If I just close my eyes and perceive,
If I crumple myself to fit in your smile
I believe I'll have learned how to need
So where is the hope, the failure, the light,
The wisdom through which you see?
If I should jump from this tower in laughter
Would your waves enrapture me?
END
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