Clint Gray - Surf Guitar

The gardens are haunted
And space is a cave
True love's just a friend
To hold diamonds you gave

The sea is and empire
And life but a spot
Moods swing patiently
To the time that you've fought

The mirrors don't look back
And words lack my spite
Morning's shift takes no comfort
Not in the day, nor the night

Clint Gray

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