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1.2k · Feb 2014
Remembering Samantha
With your eyes so grand and a rose in your hand
On board a mystery ship that I do not understand
When I see the moon rise above the land
I can see your eyes again.
Last night in a dream I met a roman queen
With a mask of gold and blue.
And I could not help but wonder and even kinda ponder
If the roman queen was you.
I never really showed when they laid you to rest
In the stone of early May.
Far passed a dozen trees in mud bending knees
To the gods wishing you would stay.
I once saw an angel with the glow of a lamp
She was lighting up a loansom hall.
And I saw her for awhile running with a smile
Past red lockers in the time of fall.
Today I saw a shield covering a field
Like a dead poets badge of grace.
Upon the ridge I saw this light
Turn radiance from night
And the glow was Samantha's face.
I had heard of her tomb one sad afternoon
It was a cast iron work of art.
Then I heard them close the lid and I ran away and hid
With hot swords drove through my heart.
I see you floating through the heavens passed the stars and the moon with you're hand on a green balloon.
With my eyes up to the sky I can not help but cry
The princess had left too soon.
I saw the crossing guard weeping very hard
Of the pain that was in the ground.
And then I saw him sleeping through the flood that was reaping with sweet spirits and their speaking sound.
I sat down and saw a wolf making his call
To the loved one he could not find.
Oh, beast I hear your sound Tiberius lost the crown
And your trumpet sounds just like mine.
Out of all of these ghosts my brain waves and hopes
For the drifting we all shall do.
And on the other side we look forward for a ride
On a stagecoach that will lead us to you.
When the rain goes away making blue skies from grey
You'll paint colors in the sky.
And we will ****** the color blue and a purple paintbrush too and make life from things that die.
I just hope that you know wherever you may go
That I'll always think of a girl.
There will be flowers all year long and a man who writes a song of a young lady who lit up the world.
802 · Feb 2014
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The crown is so big way over the mountain
Down passed the twigs and into the valley
When I'm with you hearts cross in the alley
On the ships of romantic shore.
The craft and the quiet are overly turning
And the rivers of heat are patiently burning
All into the night your lips I am yearning
On the ships of romantic shore.
Oh, where will they go when mornings awakened
Will they still have a glow? Will the bugs all be taken?
And when its all done may they not be forsaken
On the ships of romantic shore.
The count spoke so swift of a core that was leaking
With a calm tender grin of a line he was speaking
You don't search for Jewel's if you find what your seeking
On the ships of romantic shore.
I dreampt of a street with blankets of jasper
Gave thanks to the thorns for the flowers I capture
I will follow you down from ribbons to rapture
To the ships of romantic shore.
She was born in a tower in the month of December
Her sharp chocolate eyes I will always remember
A soul can't be lost if it won't be dismembered
On the ships of romantic shore.
If my lips would move I'm sure they would tell you
That I won't trade you tales like the serpents all sell you
I'm leaving today for the town of Saint Bell view
To the ships of romantic shore.
The fountain is clean and mercy is in it
I'll ink with my blood if a feather won't pin it
Love is made flesh if you wait here to win it
On the ships of romantic shore.

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