razor dead, conviction, kill
in the summer house hills
rivers of gold
reflecting waning sunlight
turns to blood
when it falls to dusk
drink it up
drink it up
see the sails from the beach
white diamonds in blue haze
so relaxing
sounds of waves
winds
thunderstorms
coming up through the tall fields
just a squall but they'll call
yah back home
retreat
retreat
away
you're so aware
so safe
& quiet.
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