Uma

That’s behind you now, it's over no more duels, a breeze makes you scowl, on golden sand you dream, all that hides in blue, scrubbed gently by the sea, it's easy to be thrown, what you've been through, why not get brown, home swells with yellow leaves, they carry all the news, just let me be, what you can't undo, or let your tongue refuse, is beginnings of a prelude, why not wax and seal, offer them your perfume, put them on the wheel, concoct some faithful tale, where everything is good, no one lets you down, no one makes you lose.