She Yearns
Her temple yearns
For heavenly winds
That sing melodies
Only she can hear
It yearns
For clay-soaked hands
Drenched in passion
That mold her fabrics within
Only she can feel
Lay
For heavenly winds
That sing melodies
Only she can hear
It yearns
For clay-soaked hands
Drenched in passion
That mold her fabrics within
Only she can feel
Lay
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