A kite above a graveyard grey At the end of the line far far away A child holding on to the magic of birth and awe Oh, how beautiful it used to be Just you and me far beyond the sea The waters, scarce in motion Quivering still At the end of the river the sundown beams All the relics of a life long lived Here, weary traveller rest your wand Sleep the journey from your eyes Good journey, love, time to go I checked your teeth and warmed your toes In the horizon I see them coming for you The mermaid grace, the forever call Beauty in spyglass on an old man’s porch The mermaids you turned loose brought back your tears (repeat ch.)
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