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Skeleton in black armour
Comes riding on a white horse
Boat floats down the river
Can't find its course
I'm turning my sword into a flower
My sword into a flower
Death is about the ending
And also the beginning
Black flag with a white rose
I'm waiting in a cold wind
Unfolding each hour in Sun, in showers
I'm turning my sword into a flower
My sword
My sword
