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With colours gone Grey, forlorn The sky a puddle, muddy morn I have no tears I give thee thorns. Where laughter lived To once exist The room aswirl, silent cyst I have no tears I give thee mist. When passion played And love was made Fingers clasped and grasped in vain I have no tears I give thee reign.
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Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 7:52 AM UTC
With Colours Gone
With colours gone Grey, forlorn The sky a puddle, muddy morn I have no tears I give thee thorns. Where laughter lived To once exist The room aswirl, silent cyst I have no tears I give thee mist. When passion played And love was made Fingers clasped and grasped in vain I have no tears I give thee reign.
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Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 7:52 AM UTC
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