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10. Flowing

Just like a river, meandering true,

I'm like a river flowing back to you,

From the Alpine turquoise to the ocean blue,

Cascadia, flow through me.

 

Just like a Cabernet, smooth and red,

You're like a wine flowing to my head,

I won't get enough, not until I'm dead,

Cascadia, flow through me.

 

Just like the city running to and fro,

I'm like the city when I even and flow,

Like a train, if I leave, I know back I'll go,

Cascadia, flow through me.

 

Just like blood, with no end or start,

I'm like the blood flowing back to my heart,

Returning to you, dear, has become an art,

Cascadia, flow through me.

 

Just like the city train, just like blood,

If you're the soil, I'll be the bud,

Just like the river, just like wine,

If I'm coming home to you, I'm gonna be fine.

Cascadia, flow through me,

Cascadia, flow through me.

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