Matthews Southern Comfort
Dear Richard
Are these the songs - you write..... out on, the prairieWith the moon over your genius head - brightly shiningAnd does all your passion, grow, from your just one kissAlong comes - a fair maiden, with a hemp bag and a horseMaybe she was a miracle - an angel dropping courseWas she just a lovely, passing in the nightThough no stranger to the groves, she'd been riding for milesWith desire for a word, far and w..ide, as one can seeYours to the loveliest lips - your sure you'd ever seenAnd in..... such a brilliant lightAt the end of the day, North of OcalaWith the dirt and the orange and the fear still coating your mouthThe night is an awfully big placeSurrender yourself to - time and spaceDear Richard, are these songs you write
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