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• Artiste: They Found Her In Pieces
• Titre: Arms To The Ocean
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Night ushered hands collide with the most delicate skin to rouse the longing within the tides are rising as the sea coughs forth its decree "Your love may wait at shore but your pride will still belong to me" I often dream of her in hope my thoughts will bear the cherished visage of the moon caught in her raven hair our parting words, "we shall meet again" I pledged upon the cliff where she so patiently stands clad in the purest white, awash with the hue of night she is waiting for me to return with open arms to the ocean my heart spilled to the horizon, it's scarlet hues laid atop waters blue I've heard sailors preach as their oars churn the deep "Lord, what I would give just to gaze into her eyes again to the foulest of lords my soul would belong if their might could bring me home and grant me one precious moment in her arms" seven ravens croon your ballad for the homesick at sea the hands to which I'm wed must surely think me drowned or dead clasped together, praying for the tide to bring me home