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Prince of
By: buffett, michael utley

Pat conroy, doc pomus and the people of dafuskie 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 shade of red, coming up out of
Trees like a russet firebird. the sun and the moon seem to acknowledge 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 heart was a low heart."

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

Now I who killed the prince of tides
How can you tell how it to be
When there's left to see

One night they put a price on the
And got the whole world shaking
They rose the grave both the weak and the brave
'cause history was 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, more than sense"

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

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

(instrumental)

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

Oh, and now I realize who the prince of tides
How can you tell how it to be
there's nothin' 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)
With the guy (you can dance) who you the eye (you can dance)
And to hold you tight (you can dance)
You can (you can smile) every smile (you can smile)
For the man ( you can smile) who your hand
Beneath the pale (you can dance, ba-dum)
But forget who's takin' you home
And in whose you're gonna be
the last dance for me

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

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