I will not see you
Touch the earth
Kiss it on landing
Touch the rocks
No!
Island of my dreams
Home island
My feet totter
And
In the night I went
Carrying a sack
And bent:
I will so
I will so
I will not kiss
That sacred earth
Too hostile has it grown
For an old man
And sick
You will island
You will still
Be love
My love
My pain
My suffering
Broken heart
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