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A Nightmare
Listening to the drumbeats go by,
Slowly I drift into the visions,
Back in time a women in white a man in black,
She is me back in time with my rue love,
The white roses all around us'
They turn red with blood,
Will my future consist of this much blood shed...
Slowly I drift into the visions,
Back in time a women in white a man in black,
She is me back in time with my rue love,
The white roses all around us'
They turn red with blood,
Will my future consist of this much blood shed...
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