18 Tell me who's lying next to you, Who sweeps away your naked body, Who turns you drunk, In whom you've drowned -- To make you blind and deaf and mute. Tell me who's sitting next to you, Who brings your body to the surface, And swings you on the waves of surfeit To make you see and talk and rule. Say: Who is it? -- If in the night And in the day, You dial my number And make me hear your numbing silence -- The ocean hidden under ice.


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