Paul Larmour Biography

The wind was friendly, warm
Soft as a lover's lips
Light as a baby's touch
Invisible as loves beauty
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There is a hill
I journey to every night
To sit and stare
And watch the fading light
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Humankind puts value on purity
The purity of gold
Of diamonds, of water
Of precious stones
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there was a girl
who was my love
who cried a tear
that turned to a dove
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I smell your perfume on the wind
And cry a pool of tears
And sit beside it
And fish for our lost love
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