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I love the sea
How it moves. How it waves
I love the trees
How they are whispering to me
There's a pile of bones where I am standing
Strange beauty in it
I love the skulls
And the sense of death with thee

Clouds on the mountain high
Have found the sky.
The sun will rise
The night will die

The light burns in her eyes
When she cries
The tears are made of flames
Will steam the waves

Weird painting with skulls and the river goes thru
I will never get tired of that view
Weird painting with skulls and the river goes thru
I see you.

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