An end-of-the-ride sigh
Your soft smile says:
"please understand, I must surrender."
Then you grip with your hand
Now so small in mine
Are you aware wherever you are
That you have just died?
Bastille mausoleum
Stockyard, churchyard
Your mammy's backyard
I don't care when or where
I just care that you're there
And that you will...
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
On the coastal shore I'm sure you'd break down if you saw
And abhorrent torrent crashing as it pours
The counter current holds a secret at the rise of tides
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