Shadows fall and shadows rise
and cross our paths all thru our lives.
they dance across our memories
shades of rosy glass flash o'er the eyes,
locks of fall brown flow round
and caress her cheeks.
Soft and smooth, as your sword upon her face.
Its the chase of the thrill, the seek of the find,
the way.
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