Drunk on the dew of the crisp morning green
Alone in your thoughts, not wanting to be seen
You're a keeper of the beauty
A queen of the quest
Armored with a calming distance
Your cards pressing tightly upon ones chest
Drunk on the salt of a coastal morning breeze
Enthralled by majestic, crashing, talking seas
You're a keeper of the brightness
A queen of tempting desire
If one asks for a perfect evening
It's you, me and a dancing, warming campfire
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