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A river, a flow

Floating dreams and thoughts

Carrying so many hopes

Is changing colour to red

The red of blood cause by a great dying

Done by a power unknown to us

Ships once sailing on the river's waves

Turned into ghost ships drifting in the wind

The fog is their only attendant

A dumb escort revealing no secrets

Even when the river turned red no one knew

They realized it too late

Now the red river takes all into his wet grave

And won't let it out again

There are better things that a wet grave

But no one's so lovely and quite like this one

Look forward to spend a lot of time there in peace

Now you are afraid of it

Cause you don't know how it will be there

But I promise you it will be beautiful there