Stars fall from the sky,
Sly foxes ****** them.
Men make wishes,
Fishes in the sea swim past.
Must the tides drag them in,
Woe, pain and sorrow.
Old men sit, singing,
Bringing their tales of old.
Boat and rope pull at each other,
Farther they try to reach.
Beaches of sand, on which I stand,
Stand till I have to go.