Salty residues
strike a chord with
the secrets of
my soul.
Don't you see,
death can't live in me,
I ain't the Black Sea.
Salty residues
strike a chord with
the secrets of
my soul.
Don't you see,
death can't live in me,
I ain't the Black Sea.
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