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Sky Is Truly Dead To Me

Sky Is Truly Dead To Me

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The ocean blue turns into ink,

And midnight sirens start to sing.


Lurking in alleys and over heads,

That you could wind up dead.


A broken night of windy chills,

Is the brokenness that kills.


When stars and moon can no man see,

The sky is truly dead to me.


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