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The wild winds weep across

The darkened seas that night.

And in the flashes of the beacon

Her sweeping bones come into light.

The horns of the summer grew silent

Into the darkness flew the day.

Only the ravens circle in sorrow

Above her throne down in the spray.

Each day he wrote her letters

But she sent the letters back

And by the stench of withered roses

He wrapped her spine into a sack.

The raging seas sung her last love-song

Of burning passions she denies

And of the riddle of the waters

And of the sands where she now lies.

Lonely in the wind

Black thoughts dwell in hopeless slumber

While the thunderstorm keeps raging

All across the bleaching fields.

It sings loud of lovelorn summers

With frozen roses in its hands

And as the clouds shiver in laughter

He saw the riddle of the sands.