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 I hear the water trickle down.
Stars caress the river daughter’s gown.
Hell and sea
Turn a withered page
With eternity
Alongside an age
We wait for the chapter to close.

O! Our eyes brim with dreams.
Befogged and mirrored in the beams.
Moon and lake
Cloud with sighs
We will wake
With the waxen rise—
Silver on the willows.

How I cry
How I cry
As my lullaby
Kisses alone the sky.
All that should cradle thee
As it cradles me
Sets no dream free.

Why must I hold
A memory so cold?
What frost
Of all I’ve lost
On serrated hills
My poor heart stills?

Where went the dawn mist’s violet hue,
Where the doves singing flew?
Rain and snow
Wilt the land
So blooms may grow.
And for thy pale hand
I will steal the first rose.

And I cry
I cry
For my lullaby
Promised what would never die.