.Her clock hands held the time to Sunday
She said "These sand will never be blown"
Steadfast in her eyes with a look of no
penetration she's seen
Religion is a crooked liar>Wasted flames of a burning fire,
barbed wire, a funeral pyre
To be freewheeling is all I need
Yes i.
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