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Always was always So certain in it's way Never could you change it's mind Or how it would have it's say Her eyes are made up of sunsets But she holds the Moon at bay Her eyes are waters But the sea is receding away Her eyes are full of Shadows She questions every thing I say The Gemini was born But three days past the Bull In a land full of richness Down hill from the sugar mill Where illusions are surely Cut , dried and pulled Her hands are empty The wind begins to blow Her hands are fingered But I see no rings aglow Her hands are waving But I am so far and so . . . Her hands now falter Over a heart so full of grief to go Her hands are longing for touching And some pure belief Her hands are lingering . . . Reaching for some peace The ships come into The safety of the Harbor Then dock and rope There upon the warf The gang plank unloads it's cargo Tons of sorrow and remorse But this widow stands Not among the chorus She twists and turns in a black laced Chiffon party dress And the bayed back moon Is peeping through the shifty clouds Humming a song of freedom Before the clouds get it moving on along Oh . . . oh her eyes were sunsets , sunsets !
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
Bay of Dismay
Always was always So certain in it's way Never could you change it's mind Or how it would have it's say Her eyes are made up of sunsets But she holds the Moon at bay Her eyes are waters But the sea is receding away Her eyes are full of Shadows She questions every thing I say The Gemini was born But three days past the Bull In a land full of richness Down hill from the sugar mill Where illusions are surely Cut , dried and pulled Her hands are empty The wind begins to blow Her hands are fingered But I see no rings aglow Her hands are waving But I am so far and so . . . Her hands now falter Over a heart so full of grief to go Her hands are longing for touching And some pure belief Her hands are lingering . . . Reaching for some peace The ships come into The safety of the Harbor Then dock and rope There upon the warf The gang plank unloads it's cargo Tons of sorrow and remorse But this widow stands Not among the chorus She twists and turns in a black laced Chiffon party dress And the bayed back moon Is peeping through the shifty clouds Humming a song of freedom Before the clouds get it moving on along Oh . . . oh her eyes were sunsets , sunsets !
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75/M/Birmingham , Alabama
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
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