10-29-2005, 04:27 PM | #11 |
Sacred Samurai Gunslinger
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As I sit here on the ivory coast
I hear your voice cry out to me from across the sea It's soft and chilly as if whispers from a ghost I wish your song would bring you back to me I long for your hair of silk And your eyes locked onto mine Your beauty is frozen in my mind; A flower that will never wilt Your kiss gets me drunk like wine Your touch can warm the heart You have a grace that could be called divine And all you accomplish is a work of art I see you in my dreams I hear you in the wind I feel as though you're close to me I wish my senses numb I'd sit here night and day, day and night Hoping that someday you just might, Come back to where we first did meet Upon this here very ivory Beach
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