Lost guitars, recovered souls
Music of the stories told
Carry far away the stars
Bring the moon, it can't be far
Embers rise from the sea
Broken pieces away from me
Water flows although it’s still
I’m oddly calm as I drink my fill
Of stars and grass
Of sea and sound
Of the world that we have found
Listen closely to the ground
Feel the warmth all around
The sky is melting as we speak
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