In the icy sunsets charm of D minor
I can hear a yellow river
Flowing into a red sea
I can hear the preparations of the bride to be – in D minor
In the ice flows of the northern territory
Where the blood of whales fills the sea
I hear the drone of Canadian geese
Flying leeward in to the thunder
In the icy sunsets charm
Of their brutal tuxedoed arm
Where because of a dreams alarm
There is a desert frozen by nights decree
In the chiming rigging of D minors lemon liqueur
Lips struggle for breath
Courage is wrapped in gold leaf
And ghosts descend the palace steps
and the bride hides what she has left
The arpeggio of D minor
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