How do you separate the blood from the vein?
Dry up the wettest of tears from the pain?
To see with glassy, vibrant eye
I scan a desert for rain, it lies
So on bended knee, my sandy tongue prays,
That thickest night will turn to day.
How do you separate the blood from the vein?
Dry up the wettest of tears from the pain?
To see with glassy, vibrant eye
I scan a desert for rain, it lies
So on bended knee, my sandy tongue prays,
That thickest night will turn to day.
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