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The gray is where I choose to lay
Sometimes I think it's here I'll stay
A room with walls no color found
my head starts spinning round and round
You left me quite some time ago
I feel the blood no longer flow
Cold and hard my mind has kept
for you there was a time I wept
A sunset membered from my past
smiles no longer in my grasp
Today I try to get some rest
awake is sometimes just my best
Is gray a color or is it gold?
sometimes I wish not to grow old
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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