I wanted to be ready
An elegant view
And my cold heart is steady
We feel nothing new
I wanted to be ready
And elegant buffoon
And my cold heart is steady
We feel nothing wrong
Cause you are ready
My hard-hearted son
And summer is fleeting
You feel nothing wrong
You sing for the salt
The earth provides
You're a wreath of the rings
In your insides
Your heart is a bloom
And i can stand
We reach for the salt
In everyman
And i'm a powerful ring of earth and fire
Your heart is a burst of my desire
I could talk for your wolves
I'd top them all
If we see the eyes in which you call
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