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Monday, June 25, 2012

Night In Pirates Palace

 Black Tip (Pirate's Bay)

Remember that night
Cold wind blow touched my hair
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand

 

Strangers passing in the beach
While I walked in front of them
And so I saw my friends behind
Which took a walk in here too

We took a rest and went to the Black Tip
Took shisha and burns the Marlboro
Watching girls laid down upon the sand
And the rest got plan as they planned

We were enjoying the bright moonlight
Loudest music of a group of anonymous English
English men and women got climax in the dance
Amused themselves playing game for a while

My friends still sitting upon the sands
Pulled me to get to the top of Black Tip
Inviting and inciting me to rise
To somewhere I can't name no names

Even though the shorted time we have had
There is something that I've locked away
A memory I keep was chapters unfinished
And now it`s calling me back to my home.

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