(A lone voice whispers)
A rare beauty I did once but see.
By mountain tops, by the raging blue sea.
Where white clouds bowed themselves too in fealty, when my bell:
She did ring.
Oh, how I still love to hear her sing. Playing that golden guitar.
In deep dreams, poetry and sweet rhymes.
Remembering incredible times.
Walking by mountain tops, near that raging blue sea.
When white clouds smiled nearby, in a show of fealty.
As they too saw that rare beauty, who once seduced me.
By the raging blue sea
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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