this red
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always
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writing in red
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always
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bleeding red
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ever
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wanting red at rest upon the red sea
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it will be red
|
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this red
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now
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to silence me
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ever
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feeding me
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and in frightening me
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reveals
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it will always be red
|
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but it makes no difference
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it makes no difference, anymore
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and still loneliness awaits my return
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and still loneliness awaits my return
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into red
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into red
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red
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| Autumn |
