Overhead
the
albatross
Hangs
motionless
upon
the
air
And
deep
beneath
the
rolling
waves
In
labyrinths
of
coral
caves
An
echo
of
a
distant
time
Comes
willowing
across
the
sand
And
everything
is
green
and
submarine.
And
no
one
called
us
to
the
land
And
no
one
knows
the
where's
or
why's.
Something
stirs
and
something
tries
Starts
to
climb
toward
the
light.
Strangers
passing
in
the
street
By
chance
two
separate
glances
meet
And
I
am
you
and
what
I
see
is
me.
And
do
I
take
you
by
the
hand
And
lead
you
through
the
land
And
help
me
understand
The
best
I
can.
And
no
one
called
us
to
the
land
And
no
one
crosses
there
alive.
No
one
speaks
and
no
one
tries
No
one
flies
around
the
sun....
Almost
everyday
you
fall
Upon
my
waking
eyes,
Inviting
and
inciting
me
To
rise.
And
through
the
window
in
the
wall
Come
streaming
in
on
sunlight
wings
A
million
bright
ambassadors
of
morning.
And
no
one
sings
me
lulabyes
And
no
one
makes
me
close
my
eyes
So
I
throw
the
windows
wide
And
call
to
you
across
the
sky....
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