Tears, tears lazy, I do not know what they mean: Tears from the depth Of some divine despair They stand at the core of the heart, and gather around the eyes In contemplating the happy autumn fields, Thinking of the days that never will be.

Fresh as the first bright ray on the sail, Calling our friends in the underworld Sad as the last dying cry Sinking into the abyss with all that love. So sad, so fresh, as the days that are no longer.