A dream it brings
Of a river red
Where the devil sings.
Standing tall
He spreads his wings
With a laugh and
A smile, he springs...
Your eyes open
The light stings
You�re in your room
With real things.
Richard
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A dream it brings Of a river red Where the devil sings. Standing tall He spreads his wings With a laugh and A smile, he springs... Your eyes open The light stings You�re in your room With real things. Richard |
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