White Lies Are False Truth
Black Eyes, Our Cooled Move
Gray Ties, Hours Past
Snow White An Hour Glass
Pitch Black, And False Hope
Cloud's Grey We All Smoke
White Black
Black Grey
Grey White
No Color Stays.
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White Black Grey
White Lies Are False Truth
Black Eyes, Our Cooled Move
Gray Ties, Hours Past
Snow White An Hour Glass
Pitch Black, And False Hope
Cloud's Grey We All Smoke
White Black
Black Grey
Grey White
No Color Stays.