Walk - An Pierlé

So if youd walk

A thousand miles

Until youd reach our home tonight

Wed set fire

To everything

So what d you think

Through heavy snowfall

And bitter cold

I hope youre packed

In solid clothes

Your shiny mooses

Dont need to rest

Its for the best

Maybe it is true

Loves to bleed

True love

Is to need

Sometimes

It flows to the sea

Thats why you always come

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