Blue as the wings of herin in the night
Like the rising of the tides, on the shores isle sky, They
gleam evergreen, winds a whitling in the pines
Like a castle crawling vine, Like the grassy glen of lyon
And rich as the mud, after rain upon the ground,
They're whiskey hue of brown, braided river running wild
I fell astray.........
but in you I have found, that I am ever bound to your hazel eyes....
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| Ever 'Bound'! |
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| In your Hazel eyes - Beth |
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| They Gleam evergreen |
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