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Michael Bolton
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Bolton Michael She was divinity's creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liquored eyes An Arabian nightmare...
She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn't have Her Cut Her free of this World
That fateful Eve when.. The breeze stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon
Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise A deadly blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog
They raped and left... Five men of God ...Her ghost in the fog
Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar's stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer
She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood 'Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts'
Then this I screamed: 'Come back to Me for I was born in love with thee Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com So why should fate stand inbetween?'
And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key...
The village mourned her by good bye For She'd been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on ice
A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare...
She was Ursuline possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin
And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...
Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog
And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog
Her ghost in the fog
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