<font color=steelblue>desert of sands</font>

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By <b><h><font face=tahoma color=steelblue>ill haven</font></h></b>

The stroy deserts himself In a desert of sands And the stroy defines himself And the stroy, still he stands, Takes his hands And his feet And he kneels on his heels And he sees he's a stroy In a desert of sands And he cries And he sighs And he understands He has been stranded By self In a sanded Desert of sands He looks at his hands And he sings a love song to hatred

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