Sleepy Sun
The Lane
You wait in lineYou stare insideYou bite your lipYour eyes in a handsome gripSo tightYou hold your headSo still on a heavy breastThe key in handTo the heart of the promised landYou're mineIn a pool of roses, we could swimOnly a grand illusion of our earthly whim,A glimpseYou ride the wheelOn a sea of floating fieldsYou're drawn, quartered,Left to drift like a poor angel of lustIn a pool of roses, we could swimOnly a grand illusion of our earthly whim,A glimpse
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