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Cold Fire
Like a cold fire rushing through my veins Into my core and reaching from my heart Feels like sparks flying through torrential rains
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The Hermit Crabs
She never stayed still For long She knew she had to keep moving, But where?
Like a cold fire rushing through my veins Into my core and reaching from my heart Feels like sparks flying through torrential rains
She never stayed still For long She knew she had to keep moving, But where?
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