Black eyes and blue skies
Ocean breeze a little alive
A struggled soul remaining alive ,
Still to those deal feelings and betrayal heart
Splashing all the memories apart
Oh dear the moon is pretty rest counting the stars
Let me hold your heart and count the scars ,
I adore them with my bare hands and cold emotions
The warmness lingers through your fingers as I hold them
Why is it so cozy am I finally home ?
Or another summer before cold winters
Don’t let it strike through my soul
She has been running barefoot for the moon
Oh dear keep her to sleep
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