a kite above a graveyeard grey
at the end of the line far far away
a child holding on to the magic of birth and awe
oh, how beautiful it used to be
just you and me far beyond the sea
the waters, scarce in motion
quivering still
at the end of the river the sundown beams
all the relics of a life long lived
here, weary traveller rest your wand
sleep the journey from your eyes
good journey, love, time to go
i checked your teeth and warmed your toes
in the horizon i see them coming for you
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