moist after dawn comes
red days of blister red
time consumes all love vines
can you
show me where the
action is
lead me to my cigarette
three chains where love is
growing
cold after truth sets in
never love the path again
can we share with
all the love some sense-
a-bility is awakened slowly
can you
show me where the action is
blister red the cigarette
time just is as loves forget
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