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Colourful virtues I see the sun set over barley I see black horses playing in the rain I have Angels dancing with my brain It feels just like a movie with stained glass windows and a Gothic eeriness to the church purposefully ingrained All the colours make a picture to again provoke some pain Twelve men dressed in purple pass me by with a golden cross aloft like a symbolistic nuclear bomb that was so vain Simple men have virtues some of them can only be described as colours so gather them together and forget about the blame.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
Colourful virtues
Colourful virtues I see the sun set over barley I see black horses playing in the rain I have Angels dancing with my brain It feels just like a movie with stained glass windows and a Gothic eeriness to the church purposefully ingrained All the colours make a picture to again provoke some pain Twelve men dressed in purple pass me by with a golden cross aloft like a symbolistic nuclear bomb that was so vain Simple men have virtues some of them can only be described as colours so gather them together and forget about the blame.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
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