I stand there in my kitsune mask, in the shadow of the mast, adrift upon a sea of fear,
And in the ocean sepulcher of wave borne whispers the only thing I hear:
Is it you or is it real? These riptides run so cruel and deep perhaps I'll never know.
And in the ocean sepulcher of wave borne whispers the only thing I hear:
Is it you or is it real? These riptides run so cruel and deep perhaps I'll never know.
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