Isaiah
all the things
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Sun of rubies, sky of glass
I'll throw my load like a stone
In to a hole in the ground
Worn out body, hollow mind
I'll take a breath, dive inside
Floating on ripples and waves
All the things grow from the earth
And flow back to the sea
Drown in the salt water
Till someone maybe will find them again
Moon of silver, sand of gold
I'll slowly drift,
Like a ghost ship with no anchor and sails
All the things grow from the earth
And flow back to the sea
Drown in the salt water
Till someone maybe will find them again