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989 B
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53 lines
989 B
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Lay down
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your sweet and weary head.
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Night is falling;
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you've come to journey's end.
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Sleep now
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and dream of the ones who came before.
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They are calling
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from across the distant shore.
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Why do you weep?
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What are these tears upon your face?
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Soon you will see
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all of your fears will pass away.
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Safe in my arms,
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you're only sleeping.
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What can you see
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on the horizon?
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Why do the white gulls call?
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Across the sea
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a pale moon rises.
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The ships have come to carry you home.
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And all will turn
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to silver glass.
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A light on the water,
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all souls pass.
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Hope fades
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into the world of night.
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Through shadows falling
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out of memory and time.
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Don't say,
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"We have come now to the end."
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White shores are calling.
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You and I will meet again.
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And you'll be here in my arms,
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just sleeping.
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What can you see
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on the horizon?
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Why do the white gulls call?
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Across the sea
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a pale moon rises.
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The ships have come to carry you home.
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And all will turn
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to silver glass.
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A light on the water,
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grey ships pass
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into the West.
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