Come into these yellow sands,
And take these hands
When you fall onto your knees,
Wild waves talk like bees -
Full Fathom Five your father lies,
Of his bones are coral made
Those are pearls that were his eyes
Nothing of him there remains
But whispers...

The sun flees your eyes
Moonshadows play with flies
Carry your soul to the fray
A seachange in May!
Cats scatter past your gate
Sounds of traffic will not wait
New words born each day
A seachange in May, a seachange in May!

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