Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
Pink Floyd (Breathe - reprise)
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The Last Refugee

Lie with me now
Under lemon tree skies
Show me the shy slow smile
You keep hidden by warm brown eyes

Catch the sweet hover
Of lips just barely apart
And wonder
At love's sweet ache
And the wild beat of my heart
Oh, rhapsody
Tearing me apart

And I dreamed I was saying
Goodbye to my child
She was taking
A last look at the sea

Wading through dreams
Up to our knees
In warm ocean swells
While bathing belles soft

Beneath hard bitten shells
Punch their iPhones, erasing
The numbers of radundant lovers
and search the horizon

And you'll find my child, down by the shore
Digging around, for a chain or a bone
Searching the sand, for a relic
Washed up by the sea

The last refugee

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