Quietly these colours will fade
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but soon they will be as one.
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For a moment i will stare
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into this deep saddened sea
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and will suffer the death's fright.
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Under these waves emotions lay,
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still never they'll return
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as they are laid to rest.
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Into this one lonely life,
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which, perhaps is growing.
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Painfully...
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into life to die...
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Quiet These Paintings Are
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| Shape of Despair |
