Many on dull afternoon
Leaves sticking to my shoes
I'd shuffle along that muddy bank
Whispering songs to you
Fleet-footed flights of fancy
Would sweat into the dew
And the music cracked
by me on the water
There was nothing simple
that I could say to you
To tell you how I was feeling
To tell you what was true
I used to waste my time
Playing songs I knew
Throwing stones
across this muddy river
But now the river's banks are broken
The fingers of the winds
breathe across the wasteland
and the fiery sky again
As the sound of water rippling
breaks silent on the night
Seabirds' cries are lost forever
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