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Hidden From The Sun
Covered in flowing white cotton
Blinded by the thought of missing you
I stare into the sun and pray
Waiting is not so very hard when I have a vision of you
I see the rider first, upon a great white star
It must be you, coming at last, it must be you
I stare into the sun and pray...
Robert Hayden Pursell
10 December 2005
The Sands of Punta Cana
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