S.. ... Biography

Wandering woods thru dale and down
A moments pause to hear the sound
Of gentle wind through dappled leaves
Summers breathe 'neath towering trees
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The shroud of darkness covers her
With starlight on her skin
But though the sky is vast tonight
She feels it closing in
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When darkness steals across the land
I'll take this flashlight in my hand
then flick it off once on my way
inside the tent where I will lay
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What a thing to love what may never be touched
for she is to me as the Southern Cross to the sailor
Known to the eyes and real to the soul
A beacon in darkness and guide for my heart
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I wake to find her next to me
Curled close at peaceful rest
So wrap my arms around her
draw her closer to my chest
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