Dale Cody

Waves roll in as I stand upon this ebb
winds play a sweet-bitter twinge upon my face My blood begins to churn Tall trees bend to the whims of nature
as I repel the waves' force to draw me in Gulls sing a song of ecstasy
maybe to this requiem I will become obscure There's a storm soon to fall upon my presence
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When I hear my last bird sing
a warming sun perhaps, the
sweet smell of dew
A-due a-due the song bird sings
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Two roses lived in a forest form
one a beauty, one a thorn The beauty lived with one only thought
to live long, till summer's drought The thorn wanted not to blush unseen
beneath the pine and evergreen A fair maiden came to pluck one away
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