Through the river, thy bonehouse rides it
It is empty without thy heart
For thy heart was loss in the end
As thou lose, thou heart the same way?
We have empty bonehouses
And no one replace thy hearts
For they were consumed by the river
And spit them out
Here and now, we lost thou will to live
When the waters returned them
In a foul shape
Casting doubt on thy shadows
On thou sun or moon
For thy will not send them back
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