Starsailor (Wayfaring Stranger)

The stars haunt the night,

Your soul shoots the breeze.

We could grasp them,

But should we try?

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Starsailor, or just wayfaring stranger?

Ambeguity inked into the eyes

Colours sketch, but your tears paint.

The canvas of a broken dawn.

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We roll on through the night;

A brave new world, or crippled tomorrow?

We swim the tide of uncertainty,

But there's no leaving now.

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The stars haunt the night,

Your soul shoots the breeze.

I ask what I dread to know,

Starsailor, or just wayfaring stranger?