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    2013 - 01.19

    Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the rise.
    They’re drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide
    I live in another world where life and death are memorized
    Where the earth is strung with lovers’ pearls and all I see are dark eyes.

    A heron sounds so far away and a priest is deep in prayer
    Some mother’s child has gone astray, she can’t find him anywhere
    But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that are soon to rise
    I can feel the fear as they come and all I see are dark eyes.

    They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes,
    They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I’m sure it is.
    But I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized,
    All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.

    Oh, girl, you’re in paradise and a lonely man is at the wheel
    Hunger pays a heavy price to the falling gods of straw and steel
    Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that does fly
    A million faces all around, but all I see are dark eyes.



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