my heart set sails, to the misty lands
of flowers and ice, for mist and dice
to get some robes, for the broken hands
my heart set sails, to the misty lands
to quench its thirst, for the blatant lies
to find its way, to the marquee pines
to weave onto, the endless ties
my heart set sails, to the misty lands
to now surrender, to the truth of light
to mask into, this hour of night
to chase down all, the fervour and might
my heart set sails, to the misty lands
to pin me down to a wakeful sight
to make wise and grey as bright
me be all for this broken fight
my heart set sails, for the true delight..
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