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My soul has died again today
Yet since I haven’t shed a tear
Maybe it’s because I don’t pray
Yet I will laugh as well as fear
My soul is born again tonight
I gasp in fear as I for the first time see
The frightening, frothy foam around me
With selfish fright, I see the swiftness of the water
Flowing steadily to you, my father
