Run laughing towards the serpent's jaws where England meets the sea
Breathe in the old dreams of the dead that travel on the winds
A taste of salt of love of things left unsaid undone
A face like sunlight that burns my eyes and my soul
That haunts and comforts whispers of what could have been
In broken days that lie beneath a broken tree
I call to no one or to the gods who never reply
The years that have melted away and a future like a sickness waits to destroy
I will drown in the blood of summer
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