The moon goes to red,
and it’s light can hide away,
An unsettling sight…
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It’s easy to pretend,
that you have no choice to make,
thoughtless, imprisoned…
The moon goes to red,
and it’s light can hide away,
An unsettling sight…
It’s easy to pretend,
that you have no choice to make,
thoughtless, imprisoned…
