come and take me away.
to that great and foggy shore.
I remember your hand on my heart,
and so many days of longing.
you walked quietly with me everywhere,
and now there is but you and your old shirt.
you are so sweet to say, or did you speak at all?
tonight the moon looks different in the southern sky.
and now the trees whisper too,
their sad goodbyes forever.
why they speak is a riddle we can't know.
or only know by dreaming.
your path leads home.
and one straight and true is my hope for you.
but only from the heart because,
your sighs bring more truth to this place.
sven.
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