Deep within the winding sea

The gentlefolk doth talk to me

High above, in worlds so near

The clouds come forth 

And hold me dear

Up above the world so high, 

The stars they sing and swing, 

And die 

Down below, in worlds so low 

The Earth she laughs and hums 

And grows 

And in the place, where feet stand

I cry and cry because I can.

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