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Red leaf, red leaf, falling to float
On the blue water among the cold clouds ...
If I were a child I would call you a boat
And sail to the moon ...


I would sail to the moon with the dark king's daughter;
The beautiful dreamer with green-slippered feet;
Her long golden hair would shine on the water;
Her eyes would be blue;


And there she would sing, while the sail overhead
Swelled with the wind, and the green waves flashed,--
Her red lips would sing, till the isle of the dead
Rose darkly before us.