Now you're lying on the bottom of the water,
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Above you are sedges and grass,
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Like a butterfly that goes away,
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Like a sleeping child.
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It's never your face
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In the dream it was so white,
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Like the wing of a dead bird
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Your body floats on the river.
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As you are rocked by wave after wave
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You dream of being alive again,
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Sweet pain in the little heart
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It hides your tender hopes.
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On his bed of mud
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Your dead heart dreams,
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As the hand of water shakes you
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You sail quietly under the branches.
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You fell like a lily
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Into that cold abyss of water,
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The flowers you picked there
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He sails with you, he goes with you.
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While from his dark grave
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You watch the deer following you,
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While from the forest a song of horns
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Like rain it falls on you…
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Under the water, out of its darkness,
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Before sleep and before winter,
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You will hear the boy's voice
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Who calls your name.
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Now you're lying on the bottom of the water,
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Above you are sedges and grass,
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Like a butterfly that goes away,
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Like a sleeping child… |