You sing in russian
for our passion
flows across the ocean
we shall be swollen
by the kings who set a blaze
for all the haze
which sets a maze
as we liaise
if only we could be free
the world would see
our brand new me
and you sharing my key
how has this happened?
Upon this old island
under wraps of sand
bleeding through our hands
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