Let us go see the
exsanguinated sea. It
bleeds as much as me.
Its inhabitants
just couldn't leave it be. It is
too late for a plea.
I can hear it cry.
What's left of it is slowly
rising in the sky.
Let us go see the
exsanguinated sea. It
bleeds as much as me.
Its inhabitants
just couldn't leave it be. It is
too late for a plea.
I can hear it cry.
What's left of it is slowly
rising in the sky.
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