The clouds cross the sky,
Like the people moving thorough thy life.
Thou art waiting for a space in the sky.
A space where thee can lie,
A space where thee can cry.
When the sky clears in the night,
Thou art left with the stars shining bright.
When thee lie across the sea.
When thee cry in loss within the sea.
Be with me.
See with me.
Lie with me.
Cry with me.
Silver fish swim thorough,
The darkness of thy life,
And the brightness of thy day.
When you cannot swim anymore,
Thee will know what thee saw.
Thee will know what thee saw.
Sigh with me
Lie with me
Die with me
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