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In her eyes
the colours of bright streams so pure
like the shade of the moonlight on the reeves.
She’s so white,
her lips are like petals of rose
parting to chant a rhyme to touch the leaves.
She’s like an angel but she’s so real,
I felt her presence within my dreams
and I am sure she’s aware I am so near.
She’s so compelling I can’t resist,
her voice is ringing out in the mist,
I wish I could touch her hands to feel her skin.
Give me rain, it will wash my pain,
and give me fire, to match my desire
in the air bring your powers to be.
In the dark I saw she was dancing,
the moor all around felt like whispering in the fog.
There, on guard,
Water and Fire and Earth
and the trees that are circling in the bog.
And now she’s moving,
comes towards me,
I see her face now,
she’s like a queen.
The fabric of her gown made of flowers, fire and rain,
I see her full frame.
She’s made of air,
she’s calling my name,
I feel no shame,
and suddenly I hear a sweet symphony everywhere.
Be my eyes in a moonless night,
show your face when I’m in disgrace,
sweep away all the fear that’s in me.
Give me rain, it will wash my pain,
and give me fire, to match my desire
in the air bring your powers to be.

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