Stormy skies

Nights in our desert were clear and cold.
I can’t forget, I’m not so old
these misty skies speak a different tongue
lashing out from cloudy moulds

I can’t forget, I’m not so old
stormy skies are one of a kind
lashing out from cloudy moulds
I’m not old, but I lose my mind

stormy skies are one of a kind
nights in our desert were clear and cold.
I’m not old, but I lose my mind

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