And so you sailed through foreign dreams, in dreams you shall remain
Was all for naught? Beyond what seems these dreams were none in vain.
Your touch was soft the day you slept, and slowly shut both eyes
No lies were told, our gazes dropped, no time for second tries.
In spite of all the pain distilled, in tears your memoir's strong
Hold fast, set sails, be gone! For now your journey is my new song.
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