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The sun burns crimson bright
The strongest color of red that feels right
Tell the world the whole story
Because I know it's no glory
And the darkness ate the moon
A part of the underworld, a typhoon
Pain that burns like gasoline on fire
The ashes which are left telling all his lies
Misery no sweet fruit, eat creeping snails
It would work for those who were locked in jail
You must be able to cope with a shovel
The truth should be presented with your own muscles
24.09.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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