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A poem by Jeff McConnell (Draven) January 1986
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I'll speak to you of riddles, But the meaning would still be true. I'd talk to you of Paradise, White sand, & water crystal blue. I could speak to you of a longing, That comes to me at night. That invades my dreams and steals my sleep, And leaves me wanting at first light. I smell a scent that touches my soul, Soft perfume mixed with sweat. I feel I've known you all my life, Although we've never actually met. I'm enraptured by your vision, Your voice beckons to my being. I'm captured by your beauty, Your love could give me meaning. Be with me, under the stars tonight, You can see it all, it's in my eyes. Walk with me, on the winds of time, It won't take long 'til we find our Paradise.
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