Is it dead below? There is no seed, no grow No water flows when tides are low Scare the sea, its easy! Let thirst the soil! To collide each time is taunting It is dead below There is no seed, no grow No water flows when tides are low A sea of spite, its teasing waves Love is drowned again Ride the sea of spite Lichen lives, love is drowned again
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