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Nova Heather Blue Black

And was it familiar when you touched my sister God, I don't think there's a word for that. Blue black, maybe you got something But the flowers grew black

And was it familiar when you touched my sister God, I don't think there's a word for that. Blue black, maybe you got something But the flowers grew black

And was it familiar when you touched my sister God, I don't think there's a word for that. Blue black, maybe you got something But the flowers grew black