Flutter away m'dear, away into the flowers melt,
shy kisses enthral the senses but we lost ourselves
in the painted halls, in every frame a new life hanging
on the tips of wild tongues
Upon southerly winds walking together, soldiers'
faces in a peckish hue,
the drums beat a constant tune as ten-thousand feet
crack like thunder,
Be still my heart! She swallowed them all -
into the sinking sands, where diamonds come to life
and golden treasures are spun and gods fear to dwell
all of my comrades gone, withered away in angels hair
Still, still the porcelain stare
like love's last breathe on the mountain's pair
afloat on a river of blood
the ashes flair, flared
upon a whim and a dare
the changing days they
come hither to bear
taking the silence, and
evenings last glare.
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