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Clouds
Bleeding clouds, come play with me I'm waiting on the river side The crimson froset, the ill leaf we are waiting for You Bleeding clouds come and take our souls, Let us fly high in the space, Let me be unchained by my fears, LIft me high, dry my tears Bleeding clouds, come on take me away The grass is yellow, the sky is gloomy Let me fly away, i don't want to stay, The grave is narrow, my body is tired My spirit is numb, my voice is gone Lift me slowly, take me with you, You own me, i want to be with you
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