Who missed the crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your head
This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me, I'll set you up against the stars.
Who missed the crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your head
This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me, I'll set you up against the stars.
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OZMA LIVES!
OZMA LIVES!