n°3 the shrine, the argument

    And I wonder what became of you, oh what became of you.

    Sunlight over me, no matter what I do.

    And if I just stay awhile here staring at the sea
    and the waves break ever closer, ever near to me.
    I will lay down in the sand and let the ocean lead.
    Carry me to Innisfree like pollen on the breeze.

    Fleet Foxes