I am dark without you, darling
Cross the still and quiet lake
As I sail from your fond farewell
Into a colder place

It is quiet here beside me
Where I used to find your hand
Warm in mine through storm and tide
Gone, gone with sight of land

In the dark my memory maintains
The cadence of your laugh
And may dawn find me safe and sound
With you, again, at last

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