Blue sea
The cold dew in winter,
Ice cold drink,
Blood in the window.
Holiday gathering,
Red cascading falls,
Nor the way a tone makes me.
Imagine dream by a bedside,
Holding in one hand a child,
Sunkin deep in the sea.
The cold dew in winter,
Ice cold drink,
Blood in the window.
Holiday gathering,
Red cascading falls,
Nor the way a tone makes me.
Imagine dream by a bedside,
Holding in one hand a child,
Sunkin deep in the sea.
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