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They'Re Lovers

See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                                 In my minds eye
                They have met on this sand floor
                             Many times before 
                 With a soft caress on the sly.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                                    As birds soar
                                           High
                 They have met on this sand floor.
He brings shells and driftwood for her to explore
                         Then leaves being shy.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                    Could a lover ask for anymore?
                                   She says nigh.
                     They have met on this sand floor
Declaring their love as if no one has done it before
                                 To any passer by.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                 They have met on this sand floor......

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We Were Not Promised Another Day

As I look in the distance I see the new grave.
It's a realization
As feelings come to me in a tidal wave
Of how much companionship and love you gave
With out any hesitation.
As I look in the distance I see the new grave.
I am trying to be brave
To cope with this sudden separation
As feelings come to me in a tidal wave.
I really don't know how to behave.
I have never lost any one who meant so much 
Yet wasn't a blood relation.
As I look in the distance I see the new grave.
I can only say don't cave.
Last year was our greatest vacation
As feelings come to me in a tidal wave.
Oh! Dave.
How will I make it through this new transition
With out your cooperation?
As I look in the distance I see the new grave
As feelings come to me in a tidal wave.

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Suicide Isn'T the Answer

The voices that carried on the wind said Come
Broken soul for whatever the reason. The man 
Wasn't paying attention to where he was going
When he came upon the lamp lighted wooden
Staircase.
Climb. Come to the harvest feast. Where you will
Be our special guest.
Stop! Think! Listen to reason before you take 
That first step up on to that base
For each step you take will erase
Everything about you. Really! You jest.
The voices that carried on the wind said Come
Broken soul for whatever the reason. The man
Wasn't paying attention to where he was going
When he came upon the lamp lighted wooden
Staircase.
There's a lot more to this than meets the eye. You
Have thought this through have you? Let's see if
You leave who will remember your face?
When someone mentions your name who will
Show any interest?
Stop! Think! Listen to reason before you take 
That first step up on to that base.
If you take it you won't be in any one's data base.
Who talked to you? Did you hear anyone who was 
Putting up a protest?
The voices that carried on the wind said Come
Broken soul for whatever the reason. The man
Wasn't paying attention to where he was going
When he came upon the lamp lighted wooden
Staircase.
Soon you will be out of this place.
Why are you distressed?
Stop! Think! Listen to reason before you take
That first step up on to that base.
Why do you tarry? Isn't this what you wanted
Not to leave a trace of yourself on the human
Race?
Check your mind. You'll see you were never
Second best.
The voices that carried on the wind said Come
Broken soul for whatever the reason. The man 
Wasn't paying attention to where he was going
When he came upon the lamp lighted wooden
Staircase.
As he turned away the voices that carried said 
We are glad and so are your loved ones that you 
Thought before you took that first step up on to 
That base.

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The Secret's Out

We know the soft night light that glows 
Aren't lightening bugs, but fairies who 
Live in different places
Suspended with butterflies and flowers
Are always outdoors.
There are many races
And tribes who do interface
Some were friends to Dumbledore.
We know the soft night light that glows
Aren't lightening bugs, but fairies who
Live in different places
Like the woodlands, underground, by 
Lakes, hills, stone, and in grass circles
Really it means any where could be their
Home base.
They're enchanted, magical, mysterious
Beings and if your going on a journey it
Is wise to have one before you deplore.
There are many races
They come in various sizes and shapes
Good luck trying to find their hiding place,
In any case
There are places to explore.
We know the soft night light that glows
Aren't lightening bugs, but fairies who
Live in different places
Like England, Norway, Ireland, Iceland and
Scotland is their common place to embrace
Their fairylore.
Hopefully we will find their place and meet
Face to face
So friends we can be evermore.
We know the soft night light that glows
Aren't lightening bugs, but fairies who
Live in different places.
There are many races.

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Grandma What Is a Constellation

Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.
See how they're shining bright,
Twinkling, and blinking across the black crape.
You'll need to read Greek and Roman mythology
They're full of legends who had escapades which 
Were cloak and dagger kind of scrapes
That put Lupus the Wolf, Orion The Hunter, Draco
The dragon, the big and little dippers in to the 
Skies. I hope this is feeding your appetite.
Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.
Grandma, it's cold can I snuggle with you in your
Cape?
Of course you can Joshua. There's so much to
See. I have seen a green Comet and meteorites
That were burning through our atmosphere. Think
Of the story you could write.
If you use your imagination you could have 
Quite an adventure among the stars to escape.
Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.

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To Be King In the Land of Princess

To be king in the land of princess
You must be dauntless.
When invited to tea you must comment on
Her appearance and dress
With open candidness.
Express
How glad and honored you are to be in the
Presence of the princess who will know you
Are playing out her childishness.
Bless
All invisible and tasteless
Food with a heart felt happiness.
You aren't just King you are also her Royal
Advisor so there must not be any awkwardness
Between you both while playing checkers
Or chess.
Use cleverness
When talking about her room being in a mess.
Be gentle when letting her know there will be
New people in her kingdom which will be
Powerless.
Don't let her suppress
Or have any anxiousness
Your invitations to tea or luncheons will be
Endless.
You will be helping your princess
To deal with real life issues instead of leaving 
Her rudderless.
Thus guaranteeing hers and your success.

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This Child

This Child believes in magic.
Peeking through the curtains of lace
You see a small innocent picture perfect 
Little face.
She 's terrific
Far from being common place.
A realistic
Who wants to interface.
Don't be a critic
When she tells you about the small person
With wings that was sitting on her window
Sill who she was talking to is from another 
Place.
Don't be a skeptic 
This is what makes her world so fantastic.
Children are unique and special. 
Many magical 
Things are drawn to them. In case
You didn't know they can understand the dialect
Which gives them that rare connect
To magic, frolic, 
And the intellect
Of logic.

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Looking Out My Back Door

In the evening looking out my back door
The magic begins
Can you feel the adrenaline?
Spider woman is weaving dream catchers to lore.
Fairies are dancing like their ancestors did before.
The elves are sweetly playing their mandolins.
In the evening looking out my back door
The magic begins
It's not on some distant shore
It's within
My neighbors field called paladin
Under the sycamore.
In the evening looking out my back door
The magic begins.

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Can You Hear

The fairies are whispering
A beauty with long dark brown curly hair and eyes
The color of a walnut tree
Has captured the heart of their fairy king.
They heard he is even going to bestow the special
Fairy water wedding ring
Which has unique powers for royalty.
The fairies are whispering
This evening
It is a love that fulfills his destiny.
Get this a human has captured the heart of our
Fairy king.
In another time this would of been mind altering
Wouldn't you agree?
The fairies are whispering
Their king is marrying
By the special powers that be.
A human has captured the heart of our fairy king.
With this ring I thee marry so there is no sting
We both live for eternity.
The fairies are whispering
They now have a queen and fairy king.

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Two Princes Will Rule

The king and Queen
Of the elves have two blonde haired blue eyed
Princes who will one day reign
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
These two young adults named Ivan and Eugene
Have learned about what it takes to rule their
Realm of green.
The Monarchy is so excited there will be two
Kings to take care of their domain.
The King and Queen
Have sent for the prince's younger sister princess
Josephine
Who will now remain with her husband Germane
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
Ivan will be marrying princess Geraldine.
Eugene will be marrying princess Lorraine.
The King and Queen
Will be hosting the engagement ball where the
Princesses will be receiving their rings of
Aquamarine.
This will be a huge event where elves come from
All around to play games, give their blessing, a
Present and to toast the young couples with
Champagne.
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen
Is a spectacular scene.
Captain
Report to the King and Queen
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.