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Sandy
Sandy, my baby, come soft and mild
I needed a car wash but this time you are
enough to make me pink by washing out
my black ink, I have broken many rules of
the game while playing, it is between you
and me, do the atonement very fast and
silently, one thing more, come now and then,
keep clean my sin, bring some air of kindness
for the desperate and stoic, storm the heart
who pretend to be fast asleep or got a cover of
rust, too.
The desire was burning in the bush for long
creating weaves high and low in the ocean,
I shall not call you again, if you have any love
for me come of your own to storm out my urge
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