Ireland, May 2005, sometimes love is psychosis
Have you been struck by a moonbeam while I was away?
Have you succumbed to the lady who wants you to stay?
Or maybe the woman you love has come to her senses
Or maybe the heat of Brazil has torn down your defences
Most anything could have happened, I simply don't know
I'm up here walking the mountains and smelling the snow
What will be, will be - but I send you a wish from afar
That you are still my magician
My Michael,
My angel,
My star.
Poetry by Princess Charles
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The magician, the liar I
Have you been struck by a moonbeam while I was away?
Have you succumbed to the lady who wants you to stay?
Or maybe the woman you love has come to her senses
Or maybe the heat of Brazil has torn down your defences
Most anything could have happened, I simply don't know
I'm up here walking the mountains and smelling the snow
What will be, will be - but I send you a wish from afar
That you are still my magician
My Michael,
My angel,
My star.
Poetry by Princess Charles
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Written on 2009-08-17 at 23:02
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