O’er the waters of time
My attention is quickly drawn
As Thought soars the heavens with
Memory at its side
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A summer’s walk on painted sand
Along the beach at night
The salty air may bring a chill
But your arms will hold me tight
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Tears shred this helpless soul inside
Held back to hide the pain
Like iced blades, they cut the ties
And mock these many faces
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Chance the night, oh fragrant wind
Beckon to its drowsy calling
For ‘tis there she rises high
And in the morn’s seen falling
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Dead winds blow through the
Parlor door
Silently she screams
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Barely is man alive before
Death comes to claim his bride.
Thus betrothed we must abide
Less willing, the groom to meet
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Beauty vane, oh maiden’s bower
Though night be far, still far away
How chance thee fly in early hour
To seek the light of day?
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The waking world leaves me ne’r content
My sweet if there’s no place for you and I
To find ourselves, to love and ne’r repent
To live, to love, to dream, and then to die
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I see you fair in memory’s sweet abode
‘tis truly there with you I long to be
To touch again ‘fore daydream walls erode
Thy lips of red, o passion, mine to thee
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The silent night sleeps as two hearts run in league
Each reluctant to raise the wakeful mist
The drear autumn sky is covered by mantle of night
While forbidden fate hides a lovers’ tryst
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