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When they met it was all about the lust.
But all the dirt and all the dust
turned their love into withering rust.

She does what she pleases
He does what he must.
In all the dirt and the dust.

She found him in a world desolated.
He saw her and her golden hair braided.
An instant affair
ridding their hair of despair.
And all worldly things they faded.

Time is not so easily controlled
Splitting days in five is for the bold.
Living side by side
a victim of the turning tide.
Time for love is nothing to be sold.