Wish I could collect
Every tear you've ever shed
In a silver plate engraved
With a picture of Tara.
I'd leave it in the sun,
Watch the water drying up,
Then I'd wash the salt away
In a cool and flowing river.
It could go home to the sea,
Leave your eyes all grey and fresh,
Leave your soul unbruised
And open to the light.
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