Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

The net I set is of my self-spun web
Still and silent through surge and ebb
The trick is not calling the catch too soon
Drag the diamonds in by the clock of the moon

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Just a matter of time
Till I hook one on the line
Bound to be a lucky strike
Coming down the pike
Serve it up on a silver tray
When I land the catch of the day

Schools of thought in current streams
Past pockets of ice and scalding steam
Weaving in the wake between extremes
Plucking pearls from debris of abandoned dreams

The rhythm of waves in rise and fall
Sliding on skates since before I could crawl
Surfing the surface and riding the brink
On emerald empires swaying in sync

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Yesterday’s timber is tinder tomorrow
Passing to ash for the future to borrow
Shedding skeletons like a worn set of threads
Amber melts as gold is spun out of lead