My ship is now ashore
My dream last night has drift away
Faded by chalk, by sleaves
I can't recall a plot so rare
It's gone, it's dead
It blows off to the windy wind
Kiss good-bye fly around the air
Circle round me, acknowledging loss
Introducing lonesomes, boredoms,
Raredoms, Depressos
It's locked in a safe
Locked in a faintful memory