The sands of hereafter and yell fall as laughter of bells splashed in stalls of waterfalls wet without while warm within crystal cat calls for the ladies in cyan the sands of time beer lemon and lime ours are days that hang upon lines washed and weary but ready to wear okay to try blurry eyed to sighs we are hurried almond married the sun is out and we're almost dried
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