He winked an eye and the sun went out. He winked another and the stars came out. He drew his breath and the wind blew soft. And then he went down to the sea. And then he went down to the sea. He threw a rock and the seagulls soared. He touched another and the oceans roared. He traced a name there in the sand. And thought of the girl that used to be. And thought of the girl that used to be. He plucked a rose and he held it high. He brushed its beauty on the sky. He held it close to taste the red. But like his love the rose was dead. The wind blew cold and he drew his breath. The cold wind told him the secret of death. He whispered a name to the faint starlight. And turned and walked into the night. And turned and walked into the night. And then he went down to the sea. And thought of the girl that used to be. But like his love the rose was dead