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Bluish gray,
Suns don’t rise,
Bathing deep in stolen dreams from borrowed times,
The morning breaks to vacant signs of you.
The shallow pools,
As if the tears were mine,
Shade the waves’ reflections left behind,
I search my faith to never find a clue.
And now you’re gone,
Somehow your’re gone,
You were my midnight, you were my dawn,
You were my world, you were my song,
You’re everything I could depend on,
But now all you are is gone...
And I passed the blame, and it’s passed the time,
To cross my heart and walk across that line,
Whose will is this, which poets lines pull at you?
And now you’re gone,
Somehow your’re gone,
You were my midnight, you were my dawn,
You were my world, you were my song,
You’re everything I could depend on,
But now all you are is gone...
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