Sail Sale I hide the name
for a languid state
but some winds blow
as if they know
what we say
in the dead of night
as I lay you
out of sight
beside me

I build a tale
inside a well
that grows so pale
for lack of light
and it turns and it turns
into a moon
as I lay it out
in the dead of night
beside me

The wind wants a sail
built from a tale
and I sell a secret
that I cannot tell

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