Come to me where the mountain meets the shore,
And I will leave my ship and abandon my sailors.
Come to me when all is ambiguous and nothing is certain;
For not the bare rocks for the waves had a date,
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I wandered once and there I smiled
When to my face, smiled death.
And the only reason I might for have cried
Was to know it was never to come.
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She told me once that she would stay.
She told me the tides were low,
And the waves had slept away.
She told me our life would be slow;
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When love comes young;
When the earth is bloom.
And the holy hymns are sung-
One, for himself, has no more room
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No more should thy arrows pierce my heart;
No more shall a new day have no start;
No more bangs on the head for fading bloom;
No more shadows in the darkness of my room.
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I've missed you.
Since the last time I do regret;
Since once you did really forget,
I've missed you.
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Why are you so sadly walking away?
Your tears wet your cheeks and frown;
Your brows wishing it were your last day.
Then all the lies came with a promise and a gown;
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I might have never told you
That the roses smell much better,
And all the lies sound so true;
With you before the day is through,
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You opened the door;
You were ready to leave.
Here! Take your stuff
Along with all the tears
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