You are the tear in my eye,
you are the picture of grace,
I am the riverbank that holds you.
Run, my love for the dying ones,
run for those little and lost,
bring them your life.
Learn the portents of the sky,
bend deeper than the willow,
let the night set your bones
upon the Raft.
Bring this warrant to Charon,
that in darkness black,
I am ever the husband
of my darling wife.
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