Blood running down my face

October 15, 2007
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Blood running down my face into the river I call my love.
Just one drop turns my river red.
Tis this the color of my soul?
For my loving life to come?
Just one drop and it goes sour, just like my love.
No longer drink from my river I called my love, for it is tainted with the taste of blood.





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