| Across the eerie waters
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| Misty covered glass I spied
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| A sad procession snaking down
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| The dry and deathly trail
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| And as my telescopic eye
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| Focused on the marching line
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| It settled on the fallen crown
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| Now covered with a veil
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| The heavy weight of mourning
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| Drew each head to face the ground
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| Muscles tight on bearers arms
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| Each body cold and frail
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| And through the muslin mist
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| The beating drums the only sound
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| Twenty boats out in the bay
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| All ready to set sail
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| Ashes, take me back to earth
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| Water, quench my human thirst
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| Ashes, take me back to earth
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| Water, quench my human thirst
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| My bones soaked in the icy cold
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| And fixed me where I lay
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| Until each vessel left the shore
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| And made a line for me
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| There never was a breeze
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| The leaves were silent all that day
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| They say the sails were ghosts
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| That stole the wind to set them free
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| I lay transfixed
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| Felt nothing but the beating of my fear
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| As flames rose up and swallowed whole
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| Greatest of the fleet
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| The others circled round
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| And I heard chanting fill the air
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| The ashes lifted high
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| Were falling back into the sea
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| Ashes, take me back to earth
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| Water, quench my human thirst
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| Ashes, take me back to earth
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| Water, quench my human thirst |