In The Whispers
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Night, call from distant land
of shining Castles
of shining coast
In the whispers, of dark
I understand
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Willow, stretch out Thy hand
in pale moonlight
in placid midnight
In the whispers, a stir
To touch my hand
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Breeze, course across the fear
to breathe with me
to breathe for me
In the whispers, a breath
Only I hear
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Wave, shine Thy guiling dance
through current’s storm
through fleeting form
In the whispers, a sheen
I see per chance
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Embrace, reach outside Thine own
and still the fear
and still be here
In the whispers, encircle
Us as one
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