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Standing knee deep in cold water, swiftly moving, somehow I knew I'd lost something.
  
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Wading waist deep I saw a book there in the river, waiting for me to find it there.
 
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I tried to read it, neck deep, treading water, but the tide, it pulled me out to sea.

 
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Then, with water in my eyes, the words began to rise from their place.
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They were beautiful and dread; I reached for them and fed on each phrase.

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They were honey on my lips, but then a bitter twist in my side.

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I knew they'd lay me in my grave; "Is there no one who can save me?" I cried.