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| THE DAY I MET MY LOVE Wait...... It must have been somewhere here... That I have lost my interest in life.. When I met the lady with the enchanted beauty I took the microphone and played the velvet tone and guided her through the comfort zone because I never had love to call my own.. With curiosity I embraced etenity and cursed the death.... Maybe God has put you on this earth to pull me through my ordeals
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PRINCESS OF THE DUNES She playes the sweet violin To ease the mood I am in.. She has barely spoken a word.. Conveying the message through her fingers Her touches give me a purple grace... and like automn leaves falls on the ground.. So I close my eyes as she weavers around I am looking but I am blind.. I am touching but I cant feel.. I can hear but I cant listen... I can speak but I cant sound... What shall I be.. The scars of love on my heart are untold then A silent whisper shadowed my world The princess of the dunes, Like rhapsody with golden tunes warmed my summer June`s And blew me to the dunes she consumes |
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