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Prince of
By: buffett, michael utley

Pat conroy, doc and the people of dafuskie island have already said it all. I am thankful for such inspiration.

"the sun, red and enormous, to sink into the western sky. and simultaneously the moon began to rise on the other side of the river with it's own glorious shade of red, coming up out of
like a russet firebird. the sun and the moon seem to acknowledge each other and they moved in both apposition and concordance in a breath taking dance of light across the oaks and the palm
Father watched it and I thought he would cry again. he had to the sea, and his heart was a low country heart."

African drums are silent and the wingos are poets at
Out on island, the bulldozers bury the past
And the low sinks, she can not swim
The dogwood the hurt
While the plays on borrowed days in their alligator shirts

Now I realize who killed the of tides
How can you how it used to be
When there's nothin' to see

One night put a price on the sunset
And that got the whole shaking
They rose from the both the weak and the brave
history was there for the makin'
And the surrounded the condos forming a frail human fence
And shouted out loud to the roar of the crowd
"same old story, dollars than sense"

Now I realize who the prince of tides
How can you how it used to be
When nothin' left to see

novels make young girls dream
And judy's spending quieter in the stream
With goodman, giovinno, and mac d
were such good friends to me

(instrumental)

Yes and now I realize who the prince of tides
How can you tell how it to be
When there's left to see

Oh, and now I realize who killed the prince of
How can you how it used to be
When there's left to see
Nothin' to see

knows but God decides
Just when to kill the prince of

You can dance (you can dance) every (you can dance)
the guy (you can dance) who gives you the eye (you can dance)
And wants to hold you (you can dance)
You can smile (you can smile) smile (you can smile)
For the man ( you can smile) who holds your
Beneath the moonlight (you can dance, ba-dum)
But don't forget takin' you home
And in whose arms gonna be
Save the last for me

And beach music, music, beach music, just plays on...

--
"the white porpoise comes to me at night, singing in the river of time, with a dolphins in radiant attendance, bringing charismatic greetings from the prince of tides."