From the hot and badly tightened tourniquet
The blood is veiled and stops sanguine
Now and then, a call by my sobriquet
A loving letter and fairies so green
A mother's love is bought for in such hope
But the sincere notion is dropped
All we do now, is roll and rock from the slope
Forgetting to mention the girls we forgot
If by this lonely light you see a lonely night
And a ship sailing with no sails or sailors
An empty rose, risen from high heights
And an abundance of deception and failures
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