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Velvet
The Skies Are Bleak With Night
Where Diamonds Shine And Sigh
Like A Sliver Of White Light
Across Your Deep, Black Eye
That's Turbulent With...What...
Something That Triggers My High
Something Not Wrong But Not Right
Something That Longs To Die
In The Free Sweeps Of Flight
Where Diamonds Shine And Sigh
Like A Sliver Of White Light
Across Your Deep, Black Eye
That's Turbulent With...What...
Something That Triggers My High
Something Not Wrong But Not Right
Something That Longs To Die
In The Free Sweeps Of Flight
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