Apr 2013
Halcyon grass in absent wind;
your conscience drifts away.
Alone, you watch the rising tide;
above, it ties you in.
Lost, lost, lost;
as you were, among the reeds...
your conscience drifts away.
Alone, you watch the rising tide;
above, it ties you in.
Lost, lost, lost;
as you were, among the reeds...
(The Moon)
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