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As you stand atop the cliffs

O’er the foaming sea

As skies glow with dying rays

Signaling the end of days

That is when you’ll think of me



When winds howl at Winter’s traces

And the moon dances in the clouds

Look toward distant places

Past all remembered faces

That is where I’ll be found



When seasons long have birthed and died

And all the options have been tried

When memories have long since faded

And youthful thirsts have been sated

Walk you to the cliffs o’er the foaming sea

Stop and think to remember me.



If the moon, rain and shooting star

Give your eyes a cause to cry

Stop them gentle with a sigh

And think back not very far



To a time when you wandered

Free of the cost

Of all your earthly burdens

And stumbled into the void

And found me sitting, waiting; Lost.