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Near the well I'm bowing down

And touch it with my lips, so thirsty

I'm drawing this uneven line

Like bridge between us, frail and frosty

And step on it, for you I start

Each step on rope above the cirque.

I'm falling down in the spotlight

I'll take all agony and hurt.

Which can't be stronger, the unhidden

Fact that I am alive and craving.

This deadly risk I'm happily taking

For chance to see with you the Eden

I'll pay the painful price of falling

For twinkle of my freely soaring!