Here in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Waterville, where it still runs deep,

where you tread it, under the bridge,

you can lead me, but not make me drink.

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It can sanctify new life,

or sweep it away in a caught breath.

This is where I will not visit,

where yours has broken,

where blood is not thicker,

where it all goes over the dam.

06/15/2004

Posted on 06/15/2004
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