The sky that a look upon
A mixture of blue and black
The sun has been away for too long
Roses and plants
They're made of led
And so we ran
Roses and plants
They're made of led
You have entered the winterland
The maids of winter greet you
They hold your hand
And lead you in
Yeah yeah
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