They told her to sail away
To run far from the shore
And to never return
To fold herself into the Sea's foam
And to wash away her soul
The sand fell through her feet
She ran, and ran
Pass meadows and streams
She had to sail, sail away
The water nips at her ankles
Pours into her soul
The salty water soaks through her bones
Sun beats down without remorse
As a head bobbs to the surface
Face down, the King has fallen
Her sweet little daughter has drowned

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