I stand by the shores
looking at the touch of gold
beautiful ball sinking to the west
It was a long day now it's off to it's nest
now out there in the distance i see
surely my mind isn't teasing me
she rises from the sea
and walks all the way to me
Is this really true,or just but a few
of those crazy daydreams past noon
she's the beautiful lady from the lagoon
.....I feel a gentle breeze
and my heart stills in a freeze
for she is nowhere i look right,left
the wind is responsible of theft
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