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Cerulean blue
Cerulean blue is the lips
Of the winter storm, of her kiss
Conveying, agony & ecstasy
In her artic eyes
And in the darkness of my night
She is my gravity,
Her moon moves the tides
To wash me clean
Of the winter storm, of her kiss
Conveying, agony & ecstasy
In her artic eyes
And in the darkness of my night
She is my gravity,
Her moon moves the tides
To wash me clean
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