Monday, August 11, 2008

The Soulless Sailors Comments

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Her wind swept hair, partly covers her face, not masking her beauty.
Her high check bones glistening as the sun shines upon her face.
Her chest rising, catching breath as she sings across the cliffs.
Come to me my beloved, I call to thee, make haste across the sea.
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