Like a rhythm

Screened by serene clouds high
Westward rolls her twinkle eyes
The road that bridges her to I
She drove me by olive and vines

This road’s got taken high aye
Bruised knees and kisses cry
Huddles, cuddles and a bumpy ride
Ah she weathers my heart dry

Winds have stolen some moon glow
Her clocks have chosen hells way
Smoking through a dirty talkshow
Neither the truth nor another word to say

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