Still

by Barnaby Fell

So as it remains
so shall it stay and be
with everything
a strange, sad mystery for me
But stranger as her eyes
turn sadly toward the sea
for mine, though fallen far from her
will never quite be free;
will find in cruel time
there's very little left to see

So as it still remains
so shall it stay and be
and so, sweet sirens
on and on
I beg you sing to soften me

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