Perle
I sat atop a wave
Listening to the masters of war
Confide with an angel
As we sat looking at the seashore
Realizing every wave must eventually crash
Only the moon
Can carry the tide
She glistened with those black wings
Those pearl white teeth
Telling me to go back
And just enjoy the ride
(An I for a T)
I sat atop a wave
Listening to the masters of war
Confide with an angel
As we sat looking at the seashore
Realizing every wave must eventually crash
Only the moon
Can carry the tide
She glistened with those black wings
Those pearl white teeth
Telling me to go back
And just enjoy the ride
(An I for a T)
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