Heaven's cloud is white and fluffy
Like a strange side of the country
With beautiful trees, and a lake
It was late fall, and one could see
The blue in the lake, whom is me
But Satin knocks on all the flakes
And you realize it was a trap
And you try and run far away
But you're caught with fire, crushed to ash
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