Last love standing, standing on the ground
Embers quickly fading, in you my heart is found.
Sleep walking dreams laid out on pillow seams.
Shake me awake, you I take to rest in the bosom of purest gleam.
The shift of patterns dance to play my head once more, unraveling puzzled schemes that quickly wash ashore.
The sand beckons me to sweep with gentle stroke of hand, I press my chest upon the beat to romance in its land.
My eyes softly close, my lips speak your name
The setting sun praises you, your ship arrives, it is my home of claim.
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