When the blood in your veins turned to blue,
Think once is that turning to make you new.
The chains of circulation probably finding no way to move,
when it stops pumping your heart,You got to know the transformations
when you feel the zeal of frozen veins.
The hidden craven you will meet you in that hue,
no matter you would love to live, no matter you would fight to be in red,
when your blood in the veins turned to blue,
all the colors conspires in you.
Think once is that turning to make you new.
The chains of circulation probably finding no way to move,
when it stops pumping your heart,You got to know the transformations
when you feel the zeal of frozen veins.
The hidden craven you will meet you in that hue,
no matter you would love to live, no matter you would fight to be in red,
when your blood in the veins turned to blue,
all the colors conspires in you.
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