Every Rose digs deeper
To find the deepest place
Where the purest thing rest
And when they already found it
The story of the 'Clear Skies' begins
Where dreams are but songs to hear
And reality are tales to tell
A wild bird unites with the wanderer
A stranger stands proudly on a hill
Before the kneeling Jackals and Tigers
Who could fathom the depthness of love?
Yet when cheery days flew
And winter came to blow the rose
Those 'Clear Skies' shed tears of blood
And flood the earth with cries
From the slaughtered hearts
That were slained to freeze as winter's breeze blew.
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