THE BLANKET TREE Depths of love to the deep of hate, fly turtle dove before it gets late. The fight that comes from latent dreams is the jealous man. Cold calculated, cold as ice on heat. Lights under the stars that glow... ...under the blanket tree.
THE BLANKET TREE


Depths of love to the deep of hate, fly turtle dove before it gets late. The fight that comes from latent dreams is the jealous man. Cold calculated, cold as ice on heat. Lights under the stars that glow...

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THE BLANKET TREE Depths of love to the deep of hate, fly turtle dove before it gets late. The fight that comes from latent dreams is the jealous man. Cold calculated, cold as ice on heat. Lights under the stars that glow... ...under the blanket tree.

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