Feeling blue in my eyes with waves rising. She is there, mermaid girl, in the blue sea. Heart of glass breaks in two, three, four, and ten. I can’t swim to her now. She is too far. Mermaid girl ancient as time, waves bye, bye.
Feeling blue in my eyes with waves rising. She is there, mermaid girl, in the blue sea. Heart of glass breaks in two, three, four, and ten. I can’t swim to her now. She is too far. Mermaid girl ancient as time, waves bye, bye.
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