3.Cruel Storm
Oh, cruel storm
Cruel sailor, cruel land
They take what they'd sooner sell
To some foreign land
From my highest tower
I see just how he stands and sways
Whispered my lie
There is a happy land
For the weary maid
Oh, splendid lady
Steals time with your heels
I watched your eyes fill with delights
As your hounds take the wild fox down
You're wicked, ugly
The black thorns might be smarter
But then they might be free
Like darkness once more
Like my sailor's home again
With a vaguely cruel or kind
As light bleeds from the sky
I watch your heart die
Cry moonbeams with my time
Pass, true loves, by once more
And it will be splendid
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