eyes blue like the atlantic

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     sorry, i did it again, hehe...


     and so the story goes, love grows and then it gets cut down,
     then crumbles like a rose and decomposes in the ground.
     it's tragic, i suppose, like dominoes, how it goes down.
     the teardrops on the clothes, the beer knocked all over the ground.
     but, fear not, there's no fear, my dear, 'cause here it all works out.
     the clothes will dry, the tears will disappear, and from the ground,
     a rose will rise and from the skies, the sun will break the clouds.
     a rose will rise and blue skies will surround.

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