Fifth Season
The fall is here,
so hold on my dear,
because the roughest part of the storm has just arrived.
And the seas are rough,
where past ships have sunk,
carried to the depths and the graves of the bottom.
Let’s navigate this ship and set sail,
face troubled winds and waters to prove we’re real,
let’s navigate this ship and set sail,
face troubled winds and waters to prove we’re real.
The only way sailors trust their ships,
is to face the ocean blue and conquer it.
And oh the fall is here,
so hold on my dear ,
because the calmest part of the storm can be the eye.
And if we make it through,
the cold winters too,
our love will blossom in spring
and in summer bloom.
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