"I see a red door and I want it painted black. No colors anymore, I want them to turn black. I see a line of cars and they're all painted black. With flowers and my love both never to come back. I look inside myself and see my heart is black. I see my red door I must have it painted black. No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue. I could not foresee this thing happening to you."
- The Rolling Stones, Paint It Black, 1966.
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paint it black [h.s]
Hayran Kurgu"What do you mean?" I ask in a shaky voice. His once scintillating green eyes, turn from emerald to stone cold green. A kind of green that is a beautiful shade, but gives off a deadly vibe. "We can't be with each other." I shake my head. His vo...
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