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Prince of
By: buffett, michael utley

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

"the sun, red and enormous, began 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 of red, coming up out of
Trees like a 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 returned to the sea, and his was a low country heart."

African are silent and the wingos are poets at last
Out on dafuskie island, the bury the past
And the low country sinks, she can not
The feels the hurt
While the foursome plays on borrowed days in their shirts

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

One night put a price on the sunset
And got the whole world shaking
rose from the grave both the weak and the brave
'cause was there for the makin'
And the winos surrounded the condos forming a frail fence
And they shouted out loud to the roar of the
"same old story, more than sense"

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

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

(instrumental)

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

Oh, and now I realize who killed the of tides
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 (you can dance) every dance (you can dance)
With the guy (you can dance) who you the eye (you can dance)
And wants to you tight (you can dance)
You can (you can smile) every smile (you can smile)
For the man ( you can smile) who your hand
the pale moonlight (you can dance, ba-dum)
But don't forget who's you home
And in whose arms you're be
Save the last for me

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

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