Past Dreams
The sea was red
The blood was blue
Everything seemed long ago
Her hair was brown
It flowed like silk
The rich were poor
Nothing was the same
I was sad
The world was mad
The evil were glad
The forest was silent
The sun was cold
Enough has been said
Now I have to go to bed
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