Silk of blue woven by the moon
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Red spun by the sun
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Of the sun’s gold
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Silver in wrists and in her rings
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Hair braided in red
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Her shoes featherlight
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As reeds and straws on the shore
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As bark and foliage
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As clamshells and sand
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My maiden’s flesh
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Now fish in the lake deeps
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Her blood now waters blue
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Oh god of sleep
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Tell in my dream
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Where has my maiden gone
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Where lies my mermaid now
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Rise above the waves
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From the waters’ grave
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From the side of spottled stones
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Become alive again
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These shores are for memory
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These waters not for baiting
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No shallows for the thirsty
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No sun beheld above these shores
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No reflection of the moon on these waters here
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My maiden’s hair
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Grass on the waters’ edge
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Now willows on a shore
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On A Stranded Shore
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| Amorphis |
