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Your Magic

January 7, 2015
By Mydoublebass BRONZE, Metamora, Illinois
Mydoublebass BRONZE, Metamora, Illinois
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The desert never rains

And the ocean is ever cold

My throat is dry as the desert

And my tears are salty as the sea

 

These lips have never been kissed

My hand has never been held

I'll wait for you to come

So you can kiss and hold me

 

You count to three

And I don't blink

You count to four

And I feel warm

 

I don't know what it is

But the days feel like a breeze

And the nights feel like a mist

Blowing through the sea



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