The show I'm working on needs a song, a sort of ballad-lullabye thing. Here's a shot at lyrics:
It lit the dark behind my eyes,
But now my lamp is gone,
As storm clouds, dark, begin to rise,
Obscure the setting sun.
But on the wind that softly keens
A whispered voice across the sea
Tells me what was, and says what is,
And what will never be.
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