The sand is moist
A seagull skims over the top of my head
The dunes in our rear
we can hear a couple moan
The dunes in our rear
we can hear a couple moan
Not aware that they’re not alone
Kiss me and undo my damage
Touch me I’m ravaged
Beyond your cornea,
dilated pupils and retina
Lies the serene kingdom
Untainted by hysteria
Where calamity is a word unheard
And the people there honour their good Earth
If by any chance
You could close the portal behind me
I really would like to stay here
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