What is here but the rim run of everyday
And the rain that falls through the night
And tells me of love and lovers lost
And you who died before me, before all.
I am here and here I stay, not knowing
Where to go or how to be or love again.
Your name forms like a kiss upon my lips:
I am lost in a too well remembered bliss
When the rain and night were roundly blessed.
Come away with me, you seem to say,
Where pain and death do not exist,
Where all we hear and all we see
Is a golden night of moon and wind
And the silver tears of the raucous sea.
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