Visions
Rose Chronicles
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I smell the salt air, it stays in my hair
like memories that cling to my head
I'm walking on lines of all that reminds
I'm hanging on like beads on a thread
Far far
These visions are
My shallow desire that screams in a fire
Is burning out from embers to dust
The flowers and streams that glow in my dreams
Are nurturing the seeds of lust
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Far far
These visions are
Cherub flies with a dove her wings carrying love
A sharp wind blown descending her fall
Windblown bodies will flail get all caught in my sail
Above a sea of comfort for all
Far far
These visions are