I know you'll never look at me,
the way I look at at you,
for behind the mask that you wear,
I see you rise anew,
out of the ashes you shall spring,
and every race will sing,
for in your eyes a burning light,
and the beauty of everything,
your voice I liken to the birds,
on a cool fresh morn,
I hope my dear you hear these words,
for my heart is torn,
between the beauty I have seen,
and the places that I've never been,
I wonder would you wait for me,
if I was but a flitting dream,
bourne across the open sea,
I want to see the lands,
that have yet to be seen,
for I would wrought nought with mine hands,
and bask in simplicity,
then I'd fly to you my love,
bourne across the sea.
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