Come near, West,

oh mornings bane,

whisperer of lonely songs,

lord of grass, wind and dust.


Child with different names,

your smile is evergreen,

though darkness follow,

you will always be my dream.


Come near, West,

take me by the hand,

lead me to the shores

where never-dying men


live and sing and dance.

West, see me to my grave

so I could rise again

and sing along the rest.


Come near, West,

father of the Night,

I will give away my life

for a moment with you.


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