If I could sing, it would not be a lament,
I cannot sing,
If I could sing, it would be an exultation,
I cannot sing,
For some might hear and go deaf, as a result,
I cannot sing,
I will not sing unless, the wind is running wild,
                                   the view of the ocean, as seen by a child,
                                   the place is nowhere near, nay nigh,
I cannot sing so,
I will write Fare Thee Well in a lilt, that sends chills down the spine,

I will write, I am richer for knowing you, even in this dark night where I
                                                                ­     travel poorly all alone,
I will write May God watch over us, both need His Grace and His Mercy,
                                                          ­  each day without you, and no song
                                                            ­                                              is wrong,
For I cannot sing.



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