Can I stand at the water and say my own name can I carry the sun without burning my hand can I look at the face the river holds up can I drink from my palms and not swallow my luck Oh the mirror is a river the river is me what I gave to the water the water gave back to me You with my eyes at the crossing you with my song in your throat did you carry the fire or the weight of the smoke look at me look at me look at me what do you see I counted my shadows there were never just one I followed the moon till I followed it home if the face in the water is wearing my coat then the man that I buried was never my own Oh the mirror is a river the river is me what I gave to the water the water gave back to me gave back to me gave back to me gave back to
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