Blue Flower, Red Thorn

Blue flower, red thorn
I make waffles in the early morn
Swamp green and boulder grey
There's so much I have to say
A golden voice and a pain in the a*s
My neck is broken in the grass
Red thorn, blue flower
The highest room in the tallest tower
My lady waits for my return
Until then her fire burns
Blue flower, red thorn
Blue flower, red thorn

Author's Note

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