Night of Crimson River
Crimson River stuck on my wall,
Crimson River had a break (and) fall,
all the painkillers, and all the hot water bottles,
couldnt keep Crimson River apart from me again.
Mixture of Melodies in my heart. Waltzing to the harmonious tune, naffing about in a tutu. Phillipians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strenghteneth me.
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