Lead to the river midsummer I waved a "V" of black swans on with hope to the grave..All through red september with skies fire paved. I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones. Cold was my soul. Untold was the pain. I faced when you left me a rose in the rain, so i swore to the razor that never enchained .Would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again.

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