Drowned
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Sheena Blackhall
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Water, water, soft and slow
Flowers float where corpses go
To the reeds that thread the hair
That fishes nibble in their lair
Water, water, rock them kind
The drowned, who step out from the mind
To forget, to flee, to lose.
Happenins they did not choose
Water, water, dark and deep
Wrap them in your winding sheet
Close the eyes and stop the heart
Those transfixed by Sorrow's dart
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