I am a soul of the sea and a pilgrim beyond the west. Where the shore and the sand meet is where I reside and pen the rouge impressions of this life.
If you had wings and made your eyes
Glisten towards the mornin' sky
I doubt that you'd have something much better
Amber strokes of fearless flight
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Gather round the fires of passion
Through idle musings of the day
Transfigurate into night
And another moon of youthful daze
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This old road this old road
I've driven several times
It's fine It's prime
But not in age time
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