Amidst a wave of sinking sand
A trash; yes, an atrocity
Akin to that of crinkling candy
But why should I a joy deny
I will live for brighter days
My soul with grace shall soon embrace
Love's meadow to my waist
Laid lost and long before this song
There is no hint of time
Linger low behind this lonesome lee
Don't wake love before it's ripe.
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