If I trailed my hand in the river Lethe...
what would become of me?
In this place of places I lie,
the rain that covers your face pouring outside.
Floodwaters rising, rising, rising.
Tree of trees,
your roots run deep.
Deep enough to save someone?
When Death is dead,
can life continue?
When the Sun is without its Moon,
what then will become of the Earth?
Flood waters rising, rising.
Go ahead, drown me.
Tree of trees,
are you going to allow this turning?
What will become of the flowers
when the meadow-valley is become a flood-plain?
Cradled in strong arms beneath the waves
Methinks it is not now so bad.
Oh, but where have you gone, Moon?
It seems only fitting to think,
"As with seaward comings of Night, so must Sun drown."
If I drowned in the river Lithe...
what would become of me?
It is the river Lithe...
Honestly, would I remember if you answered me?
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