Like the slip of a tongue
Dog days long gone
And harvest moons tell
Of the whiskey sun
Shining in a daze
Late afternoons and deep
Kisses swelter
On the gentle breeze
Your eyes burn like dying
Embers
Alight in the twilight's mist
And my leg is asleep with
The weight in your head
But not for long
For it melts away like
Ice in the heart of hell
Sit with me as the sun dwells
In the hills
The vast horizon
Warms our skin before
The icy fingers
Draw the veil
Once more.
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