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the siren
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Hyacinth garden
cold blue eyes hair blown far and free
locked in time, suspend the skies continually
and this is my memory of you
on some enchanted isle's shore
winds rush on the ocean wave’s greenest blue
crush against the stippled sand it became your floor
twilight fades to dark can you see this dying man?
she is a certain sculpture smoothed scaled skin so qualified
she made a crystal teardrop out of her eye as his pain intensified
sounds of her siren permeates and echoes off the air
it lures so sweetly no other love could compare
a fantastic space of ancient seas and broken shells,
the tumbled stones, discard your breath as she compels
