The high llamas

The hot revivalist

The high llamas
They spun out the hour
as the warm wind
blew up from the tropics below
a refuge was sought
as tempers grew short

The white lines appeared
without warning
the law lay suspiciously low
let's rebuild the past
'Cause the future won't last

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