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Woven as the moores.

Woven as the moores.

In city streets and country coves My heart lays woven as the Moore's I heard the sea, and watched the waves Settled on the shores

Time awaits this little dream that merges From my sleeping brow And as I wake to find you here, within my touch somehow,

A pleasent thought that heaven knew I needed a lasting breaths, embrace borrowing time to kiss your lips Somehow fell from grace,

In words of wonder had you sort to engage my daylights needs And rest Upon my limbs for sanctuary All of loves good deeds

To touch the depths of your peace Within And stir a thought of lasting light Settled on the waves of emotion in the dark of night

Ahh such love of furthest forms she whom came from skies of blue To touch the grounds of my affection Painting flowers with a pretty hue,

In times of trouble need be it a pleasure To take away the pain of loss And onto the fountain of forever my heart and yours were tossed

To always hold in youth the fire of a burning flame we know to well And in the bounds of heavens arms A sacredness to always tell

That in the ivory coastle towers she rests on angel wings of light And the sea makes courageous waves In her dazzling sight

To evaluate the shores and cityscapes as high , for she must view it's beacon As she sits amongst the sky . 

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