Set afire, that scarlet dress,
And use it as a torch.
Roam this earth and never stop,
Til every pine and oak are scorched.
And pray to whoever,
This poison doesn't catch ablaze,
Because this, my dear,
I'm afraid...
Is a wave,
I cannot brave.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
Set afire, that scarlet dress,
And use it as a torch.
Roam this earth and never stop,
Til every pine and oak are scorched.
And pray to whoever,
This poison doesn't catch ablaze,
Because this, my dear,
I'm afraid...
Is a wave,
I cannot brave.
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