Moving On

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Moving On

A sunny day,
a bright colour.
Paint the sky with blues
and forget about the hoes.

But here comes the gloomy day,
everyone's black in color.
The sky painted dull,
when you let in another doll.

Rather to be left behind,
it is to leave, I choose.
Rather to be by your side,
it is to be swallowed by fear, I choose.

Will you be happy with her?
I know you will.
Your time to play with me ended,
I should start walking away.

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