| At the gloaming shore, neither sea nor land
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| The heaving immeasurable darkness ahead
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| Moonlit the stannic waves swell up and threat
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| And the nightly breeze is calling my name
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| I gaze into the night, as if I could see
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| No land in sight but a voracious deep
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| I resign myself onto the barque
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| To set sail to perdition, a fate so dark
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| Can you feel them, can you see them
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| The green hills, the silver stream
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| Can you not see the newborn sky, the auburn sun
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| You are so near the sun of the dawn
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| Across the waves of the fever sea
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| The lashing billows hurling curses at me
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| Bawling the cormorant mouths open wide
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| Snatching and gnawing, bane at my side
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| Deathwards the ferry glides across the waters so deep
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| To the foul land, athwart the venomous sea
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| Resistance worn down and a broken will
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| A crippled heart, sense come to nil
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| Can you feel it, can you hear it
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| The oaks song, the raven’s call
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| Can you not see the newborn sky, the auburn sun
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| You are so near the sun of the dawn
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| Can you feel them, can you see them
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| The green hills, the silver stream
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| Can you not see the newborn sky, the auburn sun
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| Can you not see the sun of the dawn
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| You are so near tir' jovincon |