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leteddybear New Member
since 2000-07-03
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As my soul passes over the sea and mountain high I hear her voice calling me. Her wonderous voice It draws me in further It is a spiral I cannot escape But I care not so long as I hear, her golden voice. I once had a vision, A mass of golden hair Tanned skin and eyes blue as the deep deep sea What a wonderous vision, for me to behold. Yet as I draw nearer she evades me more, I search but never find. So I'm doomed to search forever more. And if one day I find her I'll confess my love And we'll live forever in harmony. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
a beautiful poem of lost love, wonderful images. Also Belated welcome to Passions. "Death makes angels of us all and put wings where we once had shoulders, smooth as raven's wings. Jim Morrison |
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