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Mercedes White Extended Version

The shadows cast a gray December 
the mist of rain I've wished for dearly 
with my eyes barely shut I still remember 
within my dream my body lie weary, 
this tale be told through admission of sin 
I must admit I've dealt such hand 
of all the places in this world I've been 
I miss most this wonder land, 
for when I lie my body to rest 
Tis the mind that takes this forthright journey 
through the woods and the waters I am the guest 
in a place where the angels guard the wicked that hurt me, 
I reach the docks so crooked and frail 
as the calm of the water reflects in darkness 
with the angel Marie we both set sail 
towards this dream I know and forever harness, 
The sails hold strong as the wind does blow 
as I hold my angel within my arms 
with a silence disrupted by the song of crows 
aside Marie I'm far from harm 
the midnight moon shares its light 
as we near the end of the waters way 
I share a kiss that turns darkness white 
Knowing Marie my dear cannot stay 
for I have reached this land as her my guide 
and from here to there I go alone 
the only rain fall from within my skies 
as I continue closer to a place I know 
All too well I fear some days 
for the abstract mind does grow fonder 
as I reminisce on rested plays 
of all the scenes I've yet to wander 
for within that stray I walk content 
despite the common misadventure 
for the end this path has a hand that's lent 
towards the manor in which I'll enter, 
So onward bound I march my cadence 
with persistence proud beside me 
with a passion so deep as my only payment 
I tear the canvas that tries to hide me, 
and there it was behind the trees 
of the timbers that contained its light 
the house of angels I knew I'd reach 
the house the angels call Mercedes White, 
oh the beauty how the heavens do cry 
for the painted portrait behind its glass 
for the halls that fill with the angel's sigh 
and the fellow femme that gather in mass 
a sight that cries these tears of joy 
oh the wonders of such enchantment 
filled in the minds of only dreaming boys 
is such a place like White so candid 
and now as I stand in front this Eden 
I see with eyes how Gods must miss 
their angels from heaven who are here this evening 
to tell their tales through a whispered white kiss.

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