the clouds they swirl
the seas stay still
my mind is blank
no thrills
take no chances
steal no glances
but you dont mistake me still
and though your arms are cold
and your expression shows so ill
the wrinkles and the wear
are not enough to hide
your stare
and a passing shock
wont stop the flock
of kisses on your sill
a beckon call
of hearts that fall
onto the ground
at will
to see your soul
under the fold
of universes changed
a beacon's range
for better days
we'll always find our way
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