The Blue Lake.

Hand in hand with his darling,

accompanied by years of scandalous excitement.

Headed south west to the mysterious blue lake.
At dawn, lake’s wicked preserver welcomes them;
My heroes, for centuries, notorious reputation nurtured lake’s bed,
Winter nights troubled with cozy substandard celebrations.
Overwhelming fuss, went to sleep over cottage wreckage;

Brutal dreams, hectic love, sick candle lights;

Endlessly hunting late sympathy.

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