She came as a whisper
In the rush of dusky sleep
Maybe a fleeting thought
On the lips of Morpheus,
I don't know.
But she came and
I know now that I belong
To this dirt this green
Mountain and sea
I will swallow it all
Rose, root and thorn
Until my blood flows and
Melts with hers
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