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Golden is the sunrise,
On silver seas,
And smothered by the cover of the breeze,
She breathes,
The killer bees in the blue wind blow,
They turn away the tide,
Rainbow starts to melt,
No one’s here to help,
But it sure looks like outside...
Sometimes I take a paintbrush,
To the past,
To colour all the summers overcast,
You and me in the falling snow,
And so the story goes...
You don’t think I will,
Crack open the quill,
And slowly start to drink,
The poison in my ink - Hot Pink.
Now you’re over there,
While I’m waiting here,
The colour’s disappeared,
But every time I blink,
I sink,
In memories of hot, hot pink.
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