Never not feeling fine
Sleeping until July
Get frostbitten in the wintertime

You’re looking solemn but you’ve arrived
Pen and paper, how we thrive
Rip everything to pieces

Red cherries and crisp branches
Roaring hot red avalanches
It all ends with hell

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