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Color Decay
Little like the colors fade away
Right under
Blind beginning of decay
Broad under
Blind beginning of decay
Little like the flowers of debate
Stood by me in trials
Of moving into place
Stood by me in trials
Need gloom to grace
Straight up right now
Waiting for wonderful
Way beyond believe and dreams
Need a voice so beautiful.
Like the voice of quiet spring
Little like the hours castaway
Why wonder
Time ain’t either here to stay
Why wonder
Time will always pass away
Little like the sewers that you made
Run blindly through piles
Off something disobeyed
Run blindly through piles
Off disgrace
Straight up right now
Waiting for wonderful
Way beyond believe and dreams
Always wanted you, beautiful
But I washed you away in the breeze
Goodbye true love of mine ..







