There they lie ‘neath silver clouds
Dappled gold, dappled gold,
Wrapped in iridescent shrouds
Oh so cold, oh so cold.
Run your fingers through the sand
Damp with tears, damp with tears,
Try to reach them, hold their hand
Quell their fears, quell their fears.
Do we dare to speak their name
Whisper low, whisper low,
Close your eyes and feel their pain
Let them go, let them go.
There beneath the moon above
Don’t you cry, don’t you cry,
Feel their never ending love
As you sigh, as you sigh.
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