Return
Silver tear, dearest gift to a ghost
That beyond man’s empty eco,
Embeds itself in the season of perfection
...season of perfection
To you sweet nymph I pray,
Cover me with your veil ,
For this reached day Is not mine,
I curse your verse while I’m drinking deep from my cup
Return me to myself
Rejoin me to my with my self
With empty eyes I cross
My path into the dusk
Pray thee, don’t hide your gift from me
By my own illusion fold, I crave ...
Return me to myself
Rejoin me to my with my self
Restore my hope to wipe your tear .
Return me