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Song about someone oliving life again,and the joy of feeling them alive again
My precious jewel is alive again,her heart is beating to the sound of rain,her lips like tulips curl up and around mine
We'll watch that blue moon rise on the hill,we'll watch that blue moon, quiet and still
Our love floats,like a balloon,
catching the breeze on a silver spoon,
The silk of your body moves into my lagoon
We'll watch that blue moon,rise on the hill,
We'll watch that blue moon disappear
A unique approach to delivering an ode to this particular homeland, without using melodic or instrumental elements you might normally associate. But it works, giving a refreshing take on one man's perspective of his country.
Your guitar work went well with the sax. I thought the sax was a good surprise I was not expecting it.