Eurus’ Song

I that am lost, oh who will find me?

Deep down below the old beech tree

Help succour me now the east winds blow

sixteen by six, brother, and under we go!

Without your love, he’ll be gone before

Save pity for strangers, show love the door.

My soul seek the shade of my Willow’s bloom

Inside, brother mine – 

Let death make a room

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