Holla, How Is There Thunder

Holla how is there thunder
Beneath the plane of ethereal wonder
Shall I challenge, so that I might flee
To sail upon the seventh sea

White sails upon the setting sun
What has passed is sure to come
White waves have rippled on endless shores
Among the faded echoes call

Twilight looms among the stars
Elapse among the light so far
Fireflies dwindle in the night
Beneath the shadow of this heavenly sight

Leaves rustle in the eves
Among the shadows of the trees
Hollow how the ill wind blow
Among the wintry season snow

Daylight dwindles dawn arrives
A gentle slumber within this paradise
Sleepy dust upon my eyes
To witness tears from cloudy skies

Warm thy hand amongst the fire
Quall the hand my hearts desire

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