Daughters, sons, river deaths:
Faces pale like moons
And hands, bright stars
Fair children cradle water graves
Vast river, spirits, can you hear us pray?
Arise, hear my lullaby
How I wreck my broken love
Upon unlived lives
Vast river, dark water
I drown in lament endlessly
Spirit guide, river stag arise
Eyes ablaze and hide steaming
Pull treasures from turbid water
Tisza's child clothed in liquid light arise, awake, mystify
How I drowning bathe in rivers
That flood all hope in water
Final lord, and I will fly to thee

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