Fara

This fluctuating strumpet year, is going to be different lady, in our briny bumbling tears, everything here to regale us, we go down to the city by train, the long journey of August, cocaine is our baby, we accept her burnt cheer, hailing us to the cradle, ease of lovers in our trading, Sparta, Corinth, Ainsdale, please end these days, we are lazy please show me, no need to feel ashamed, the peace of Aquinas, tell me there is nothing to fear, or go money crazy, remind me of what is here, heal my mess find a way.