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Standing on a cliff top,
Looking out to sea,
A whirling wind breathes spirit
In to the soul of me.

With arms extending skyward,
I reach for glowing moon,
I'm lost in the moment
And soon reel in a swoon.

While swaying to and fro,
His spirit name I call,
Please fill me with your starlight,
Lest down to depths I fall.

As strength drains from my body,
Listless arms slip down each side,
I'm standing there, all alone,
No vestige left of pride.

Sullen and forgotten,
I turn to make my leave,
When stayed by a velvet touch
On my silky sleeve.

Lips of sweet cloud softness,
Breathe life into soul of me,
Arms of oak pull me close
And set my spirit free.

I reach my arms to heaven,
In love's sweet afterglow,
For I was shot with starlight,
From my spirit lover's bow.

Standing on a cliff top,
Looking out to sea,
A whirling wind breathes spirit,
In to the soul of me.

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