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The world that used to be was gray,
My mind, the walls, the suns just didn't let me pray At dawn I thought I'll leave to find my way Not dark, sunshine, my world, not you... were gray. The stars and goals, they all just left I called them back, they were in debt A messenger they sent, I thought it was an angel I did not dare to think nor knew I was in danger. One day, eternally, one kiss, Just perfect white, the tears I never thought I'd miss All hope was lost, just feels you haven't been to stay, I long for dark, I seek the way to end, my final day It turns out wrong! The wall, my world and sun turned... gray
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