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A Blood Moons' Riptide
With no stars to see
I can set no coarse to sail
My journey...as black as sin- and forever beyond repair.
I miss her so much
My sweet Irish lass
And my heart grows so heavy... I believe it may drown me at last.
Pull me under the dark currants of the icy waters that I've cried
To meet Davy Jones...
Beneath a blood moons' riptide.
written by John LaRue
© All Rights Reserved
I can set no coarse to sail
My journey...as black as sin- and forever beyond repair.
I miss her so much
My sweet Irish lass
And my heart grows so heavy... I believe it may drown me at last.
Pull me under the dark currants of the icy waters that I've cried
To meet Davy Jones...
Beneath a blood moons' riptide.
written by John LaRue
© All Rights Reserved
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