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Softly, slowly, she turns her face
Toward the sun
Dew glistening in her eyes
Her color glowing
As if blushing,
Belies
The scented honey of her words.
Softly, slowly, she turns her face
Towards me
Duplicity gleaming in her eyes
Her pirate smile shines
Warning danger,
Confirms
The thorns of her embrace.
Toward the sun
Dew glistening in her eyes
Her color glowing
As if blushing,
Belies
The scented honey of her words.
Softly, slowly, she turns her face
Towards me
Duplicity gleaming in her eyes
Her pirate smile shines
Warning danger,
Confirms
The thorns of her embrace.
WOE offers us a quotation and a song to Merge.
The quotation is from Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë:“It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.”
The song is Elton John's Tiny Dancer
