In a slate grey sea, worn driftwood floating like flecks,
In an abyss of forever, a maelstrom pulling at you
Near ivory coasts, through the golden trees,
Upon ruby dunes, flow nimble feet
And the promise of smiles, just beyond your reach...
In an abyss of forever, a maelstrom pulling at you
Near ivory coasts, through the golden trees,
Upon ruby dunes, flow nimble feet
And the promise of smiles, just beyond your reach...
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