I leave a footprint
on the sand
for all or none
to follow me
I sit me down
upon the shoals
to hear the
keening of
the sea
When sorrow
beckons at
my door no
heart shall ever
comfort me
when cold reveries
should pause to
start I shake my
furry head to
set them free
When once alone
for those who come
I beg the wicked
wind to stay
She laughs and says
'None follow you'
and blows the
mark of my
passage away
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