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Moisty sand, Cold and soft, Rain falling from the sky. The lady in blue, Floating among the waves, Cold and wet graves. A scream from afar, Where did it come from? The lady in blue has become, Pale and numb, Gone out of sight.
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 5:42 PM UTC
Wet Graves
Moisty sand, Cold and soft, Rain falling from the sky. The lady in blue, Floating among the waves, Cold and wet graves. A scream from afar, Where did it come from? The lady in blue has become, Pale and numb, Gone out of sight.
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 5:42 PM UTC
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