Sea
level
Ben,
Keep calling me
Over the swallowing sea
KingBird black-knifing through the green forest
BlackEyed hare lockjawed on the tawny drive
Friends 40 now 60 now 80
Ben,
My lighthouse my buoy my bell
My child
I see the island
As a hole in the sea
Through
The fearless mist
Keep calling me
Ben,
Keep calling me
Over the swallowing sea
KingBird black-knifing through the green forest
BlackEyed hare lockjawed on the tawny drive
Friends 40 now 60 now 80
Ben,
My lighthouse my buoy my bell
My child
I see the island
As a hole in the sea
Through
The fearless mist
Keep calling me

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