Crimson ships come sailing in
Thoughts of an island of land
Sea of mysterious things
And hidden doors to hidden rooms
The land seems to have room
Yet it is dry and hiding something
Into the belly of a whale
Surrounds you now.
Crimson ships come sailing in
Thoughts of an island of land
Sea of mysterious things
And hidden doors to hidden rooms
The land seems to have room
Yet it is dry and hiding something
Into the belly of a whale
Surrounds you now.
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