The tight nit trees nestled on the banks of the river watch the painted steamboat make its way up stream. The wagons of days gone, pulled by powerful steeds, move down the dirt path passed a glorious plantation. This is the South I see, but not the one I know... Everything I've seen down South Was not seen in the South at all I have seen enough to know what I like For I constantly hear its call. The South I know gave me escape It gave me somewhere to go I was given a path to follow But its end I would never know. The South is shrouded in disguise Holding false love and hate Bringing forth a world of dreams Dealing forth a dangerous fate. The air was full of dreams long lost The night was full of hope The sweet aroma filled my head The South had helped me cope. It provided a taste of grandeur A taste that can't be denied The more I had, the better I felt For it offered a comforting ride. The South supplied an intense heat A passion that I loved dear It took my life and stole my heart Leaving me to tear.Birth sign: Not entered
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