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| Last dance.. |
These prose might sound foggy and dense,
but if I could just put down my two pence,
and put some words in the future tense,
someday soon it will all make sense.
Cause I have one last wish before I die,
I yearn to hold thy, in my eye,
perennially, on that one last breath,
when time stands still before my death.
I won't be given another chance.
My beautiful lady, can I have a last dance?
Let the clouds wonder "who are the twain?"
while we tap our way away in the rain.
"If your arms were an ocean, I would turn into a river and flow into them."
--
Iceman
