Color drains from the gloomiest day.
How do I know?
The Sun gives itself away.
How do I know?
Because I decided to stay.
How do I know?
I would have to give myself away.
How do you know?
Don't say color drains from the gloomiest day.
How do you know?
You should decide to stay.
How do you know?
I only heard a dark echo that shot, "How do I know?"
We both shot,
But I am the only one coming forth as all the color burst out of me.
I would have to give myself away.
The Sun gives itself away...
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Midnight Blue
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