There are colors limitless, unbound...
And the eerie silence's sound;
Work on I , all around,
Something's lost, something found.
As I often tend to stay,
Oblivious to the games people play;
I still love life, come what my way;
The autum noon, the burning may.
I took my chance, and love was true
Its okay, you my love were you
While I wonder what I can do
I hope you find someone who's got what is in just a few.
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