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The beauty made me bitter.
The warmth has made me cold.
The storm has made me silent.
Love has made me hate.
Colours of a grey existence.
Sounds of a silent past,
tear me apart.
A silent acceptation of bitterness,
From the shadow where I stand.
An ash-grey sky drenched with many questions.
An unintruded cycle it is it was it will be.
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An unintruded cycle it is it was it will be.
An ash-grey sky drenched with many questions.
From the shadow where I stand.
A silent acceptation of bitterness,
tear me apart.
Sounds of a silent past,
Colours of a grey existence.
Love has made me hate.
The storm has made me silent.
The warmth has made me cold.
The beauty made me bitter.
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| jii |
| jIii |
| Ijii |
| 9ii |
| 9Iii |
| I9ii |
| lii |
| lIii |
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| oii |
| oIii |
| Ioii |
| kii |
| kIii |
| Ikii |
| 8ii |
| 8Iii |
| I8ii |
| uii |
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| Iuii |
| Iiii |
| Ii |
| Iii |
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