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DELILAH
Down by the shore, the
roaring cold shore, Delilah salts the sea.
Her hands are warm, her heart is fine and longing for her lover.
He comes to her, seeking shells and looks into her eyes.
In there he sees the longing need that draws him ever closer.
"Closer my love"
the woman cries, her hand stretched out to plea,
And around her lips a smile plays, the joy she cannot cover.
He takes her shells and offers them, face turning to the skies,
Then taking her up they turn to go, together away.
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