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the one with red.
a moonlight gaze that's so gentle, lies one who's unsure. they've been unsure for a long time.
the brightest of red for hair, reach to one's waist. wine that looks like, seems to of taste.
to walk in the forest, rain droplets on the tongue. it's so nice to just find yourself in a state of ecstasy, once where you're lonely but you learn to accept it.
the red, long hair, seeming longer than a merciful fate. footsteps. one two, one two.
one, two. a scythe in the hand of the one with red.
the forest continues to cry with the sky, the droplets falling as the steps grew louder. the sages, the green, the sticks and branches you lean. the sky's exhausted, but a lot of us are.
the scythe crawls with the silk, red glow of the hair of the one. to continue walking with the heavy...
the brightest of red for hair, reach to one's waist. wine that looks like, seems to of taste.
to walk in the forest, rain droplets on the tongue. it's so nice to just find yourself in a state of ecstasy, once where you're lonely but you learn to accept it.
the red, long hair, seeming longer than a merciful fate. footsteps. one two, one two.
one, two. a scythe in the hand of the one with red.
the forest continues to cry with the sky, the droplets falling as the steps grew louder. the sages, the green, the sticks and branches you lean. the sky's exhausted, but a lot of us are.
the scythe crawls with the silk, red glow of the hair of the one. to continue walking with the heavy...
