She's out there somewhere,
Among the tall grass,
Waiting for me, still unaware.
She's dancing with breeze
As the winds come off the shore;
She's singing with the seas
As the waves crash and roar.
Her scent sails to me
In the flowing evening air
While I still travel seas
I'll land upon that beach
One day and find her there;
She'll be within my reach
Elle est ma fleur de la mer.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
She's out there somewhere,
Among the tall grass,
Waiting for me, still unaware.
She's dancing with breeze
As the winds come off the shore;
She's singing with the seas
As the waves crash and roar.
Her scent sails to me
In the flowing evening air
While I still travel seas
I'll land upon that beach
One day and find her there;
She'll be within my reach
Elle est ma fleur de la mer.
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