I shall not hear anymore
The wind, the sea, the gale,
The laughing breeze, the chirping vale.
I shall not hear anymore.
This night,
this night of stealth
My guilt will overflow
And rise above the tank
And overflow.
And in the sea
The dark and resting sea
Will restless be.
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