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Cousteau Shades Of Ruinous Blue

now borne in shades of Ruinous Blue thin, like the river's wrinkled skin all the mirrors in the heavens already shaded in Ruinous Blue... there

now borne in shades of Ruinous Blue thin, like the river's wrinkled skin all the mirrors in the heavens already shaded in Ruinous Blue... there