In the air above the trees,
a melody floats on the breeze
it sings a song of years and travels
greater than I know
Far away, told by the wind
a salty whisper's carried in
it tells me tales of long ago
and paths not sailed or still unknown
Beyond the farthest rock I see
notes are thrown out of the sea
in harmonies of lives and deaths
of time and place and circumstance
Beyond, above and far away
the music travels here and stays
held to me by the deathly sweet
smell of the salty sea
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