| Lay down your sweet and weary head
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| Night is falling; |
| you have come to journey’s end.
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| Sleep now, and dream of the ones who came before.
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| They are calling from across the distant shore.
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| Why do you weep?
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| What are these tears upon your face?
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| Soon you will see
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| all of your fears will pass away,
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| safe in my arms
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| you’re only sleeping.
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| What can you see
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| on the horizon?
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| Why do the white gulls call?
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| Across the sea
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| a pale moon rises --
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| The ships have come to carry you home.
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| Dawn will turn
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| to silver glass
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| A light on the water
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| All souls pass.
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| Hope fades into the world of night
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| through shadows falling out of memory and time.
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| Don’t say, «We have come now to the end.»
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| White shores are calling you and I will meet again.
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| And you’ll be here in my arms
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| Just sleeping.
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| What can can you see
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| on the horizon?
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| Why do the white gulls call?
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| Across the sea
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| a pale moon rises --
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| The ships have come to carry you home.
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| And all will turn
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| to silver glass
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| A light on the water
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| Grey ships pass
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| Into the west. |