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like a pent up flood

i’m comin’ up over the hill
dear one,
i’m comin’ on up for you.
wait for me dear, ‘neath the
old mill sign,
wait for me fast, for
the moon approaches his perch,
i’m comin’ up from the
floods down South,
i’m comin’ up for air.
you must wait till
the sun shines sure,
wait until the
sounds of mornin’,
and i will be there
roarin’ ’round the bend,
i will be there
roarin’.

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