LYRIC

A morning lark,
Fears no enmity.
Floral cigars, clear kiss of fire.
Keeps me apart. Forever dark.
The way to go?
Right out the window.

A strange desire [x4]

The time stuck on my hand
I've crushed back into sand.

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