You can take me,
take me as I am.
You can break me,
break me if you can.
When there's Winter,
or when there's Spring;
you can meet me,
by the spring.
The spirit's water flows,
in torrents, wide it grows.
Will you meet me?
By the spring?
The fount of mercy,
grace and dreams?
If you're searching,
for the streams,
do you wait there,
for your dreams?
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