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Soft, in the quiet far off peal
of a church bell heralding the day
Wind whispers over singing grasses
Waves lap the sun spotted sand, caressing
Overhead, cotton clouds collect
Sun soaked warmth on my silky skin
Memory of your mouth on mine
Distant as the ringing bell
Real as the salt licked breeze
The memory of a dream of the future
The dream of a memory of the past
of a church bell heralding the day
Wind whispers over singing grasses
Waves lap the sun spotted sand, caressing
Overhead, cotton clouds collect
Sun soaked warmth on my silky skin
Memory of your mouth on mine
Distant as the ringing bell
Real as the salt licked breeze
The memory of a dream of the future
The dream of a memory of the past