I HAD TO POST THIS AGAIN BECAUSE I THINK IT IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL PIECE, THANK YOU SEAN
This third duet was done with a sort of Word Smith http://seanbidd.com/2013/03/26/beyond-the-dry-grass/
I have loved you for over two thousand years
If I could find you in a million faces
Your place
A speak-easy
They’re a million faces of you
I can smell only traces of you
Residue and relics lost
I’m caught between worlds searching to find silk just as soft
Behold the tares of 18th Century gods
Held in high regard
Amongst our tethered Frey
Searching for the most qualified rhetorician
To convince the gods of something tangible today
Once again
Here
Caught
Caught in our slow dance
Oh I love that way
The way your words
They climb through the seasons
And give them meaning
Till here we are
With the wild sea roses
As…
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