Iíve surfed uncharted moons and stars-
Millenia it seems-
Iíve walked beside canals on Mars-
And heard the mermaids sing.
The Flying Dutchman, well, I know-
Track of the morning mists-
And where the sleeping princess lies
Just waiting to be kissed.
I know from whence the Northern Lights
Obtain their lovely hue...
I know all this and more, my friend.
I know somewhat of you.
The tears youíve shed, beside your dead-
The heartache you have known
The children buried in their youth
The ones who now are grown...
The dreams, the schemes; the plans you made
The ones which went awry-
The place youíve chosen for your bed
When comes your time to die.
Your taste in music, and in clothes-
Also, your taste in art....
And just what subject stirs your heart
And makes the teardrops start.
Ah, yes, dear one, I know thee
I know thee passing well-
Whatís that you say? Who am I?
Now, that...Iíll never tell.
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