00:00Blue as the wings of a heron in the night
00:04Like the rising of the tides on the shores of vile sky
00:08They gleam evergreen winds a-whistling in the pines
00:13Like a castle-crawling vine, like the grassy clan of Lyme
00:18And rich as the mud after rain upon the crowd
00:22They're a whiskey hue of brown braided river running wild
00:27I fell astray, but in you I have found
00:32That I am ever bound to your haste of lies
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