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Eulogy of clear waters
I'll be as the mist on the morning
When the yellow meets the green
At your wake I'll be mourning
Pace my grief, surrender to dream
Goodbyes are exchanged by those who intend to meet again
Yet I am to swallow your parting with nothing to drink in but...
When the yellow meets the green
At your wake I'll be mourning
Pace my grief, surrender to dream
Goodbyes are exchanged by those who intend to meet again
Yet I am to swallow your parting with nothing to drink in but...
