| An owl hoots. |
| The moon
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| Searches from the sky
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| Pierced with its sister stars
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| And the mermen of the lea
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| Sing their silken song to me
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| Curling down the dark wind
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| In green lane
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| Calling me back
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| To the blissed black lonely field seas…
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| Oh let me swim with you this night alone
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| The mermen of the lea
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| Oh sing your silken song to me
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| Far from the lantern swaying
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| Summer dusk, your seaweed breath
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| Screams brine out of the bay
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| Your reaching arms and eyes
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| Caress and leave the sleeping
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| Like horses leap the narrow thistled fields
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| Oh mermen of the lea
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| Sing your silken song to me…
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| As your far off seas careen the ships
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| Oh mermen of the lea
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| Curling the black winds through the trees |