| Circles on wire she comes to me and I see a red, red mist that veils the future. Goods leave, lady leaves, money stays home and an old, old lady has come home to stay. |  |
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Destination, wild gun Opposite to rising sun. Layers that will show the past Puzzling until the last. |
| Guns and U so close, so close. A new conflict starts that will split one into two. As the willow flashes the wind erupts. |  |