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My Way I shall go down to the sea To find solace I shall go down to the sea To find my birthplace There are no whippoorwills here I cannot listen to their songs But I can find the black eyed ones on the rocks That sit and wait, and watch The stretching horizon laps against the opposite shore I listen, yet hear nothing I wait for that moment of revelation Yet nothing comes I have no widow’s walk Just that of the scrunching rocks The clouds grey and lumbering smell of snow And remembrances of days gone Do not weep for me for I am alone yet content The days will go on to eternity The leaves shall wisp and die and be ground to dust I will be no longer… |
Additional Notes:
For Moni, and JoanneU who inspired this.
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