'O the fading presence of the sun,
thou shalt not bid thy farewell just yet!'
Pleads the son of the forgotten sailor
as the flickering light of dawnÂ
slowly washed over by the dusk.
Does the calls of the sea breezeÂ
really captivate you that much?
Please remember that we're all
missed your gentle sense of touch.
Wrapped in cloth, you set the sails away.
Pulled up your anchor saying goodbye to tomorrow day.
Longing for the field of reeds as you decay.
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