Oh faraway beauty, I have
Taken your name
And strung it along scant,
Seaside grains,
Where the water's wave
Wafts sentiment
So surely of distant
Memory, this notion I
Carve and stencil
Your face, hanging
In Midnight's cherished lovely
Under which children
Build their castles
Fated life
Fated destruction
In sandy towers
For the dead
Fish ashore
With blood-stained gill
How this land opens her
Mouth to laugh and sigh
If only I understood,
Heard your call
In frozen hour
When all this
Reminds me of you
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