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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
Part two of A River Chronical
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The cold grasp of steel
Grips my feet
It runs through my soul
and my mind is calm in, Serenity
In space, it is my freedom
My release
my haven
For the ship it is a becon
In a world that was,
were faith is fragil
and sex runs free
They think I am crazy
But I am the sane one
For everything seems simpler
When ones mind is gone
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