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Sing to me, a new melody
Of things past, and to come
Of silver spent, and hearts mended
Tell me of roads not travelled
And seas uncharted
That we may get lost in time
And find ourselves in space

Sing to me, an old dirge
Of memories made, and those regretted
Of lost love, and broken hearts
Tell me of paths trodden
And the night of tears
That we may drown in those
And float in joy

Sing to me, a lullaby
Of silent nights, and gory ones
Of shooting stars, and forgotten wishes
Tell me of the hands you’ve felt
And the whispers you’ve heard
That we may plead with the gods
And become like them

Sing to me, whatever you so wish
The tears of the sea, the beams of the sun
Sing to me the cries of the night
Make the heart beat, and un-beat
Make the veins surge and un-surge
And when sleep calls
We will wake like the morning sun