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The story I have to tell not so long you see
That once upon a time there was he and me
Sitting by the riverside wondering was he
His feet emerged deeply into water kicking about was he
Staring into the distance, he was not with me
Following his stare, I could see he knew not me
As he sat by the river his stare confusing me I knew not that he
was watching me, whilst I was watching he
Watched his every move was amazing to see
The Boy his curly hair his skin gold like
His eyes, dark moody eyes smouldering eyes dangerously
Not in the far distance, I could see he
As he glanced at me
The look on his face was there for me
He looked like a picture painted it was good to see
A Picasso asymmetrically
The look in his eyes enchanted me
That canvas in my mind I've seen in the cathedrals of old
Falling in love again, how could I help not
And the story will be told time and again
To the sea, I shall return once more
Finding you by the shore
Fixing on the horizon far your eyes
Fixated I know not what, something.
Behind you was I quite near to you not far
Yet your eyes were on the far horizon
When I was near so near to you.
Sitting writing right by you
Your attention interrupted by me,
There was I looking into your eyes so deep like pools
Your eyelids closed just so slightly as you looked at me
Your lips I could kiss feeling with my fingers
Their shape... Soft so soft they were
Once again refrain not from the love we had between us
The love we have for this land
This land of love music and dance and always a song
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