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You Are My Color
As the distance grows
the sorrow grows colder
All I want
is to be able to hold her
Saying goodbye
will never get easy
as I’m growing queasy
from having to part ways
for days on end
When she’s not here
I feel like a painter
in a world of blacks and greys
no matter how hard he tries
nothing’s the same without color
But it won’t always be that way
one day we’ll say goodbye for hours
instead of days
I know that it seems like a lifetime
before things will change
But I promise
a lifetime is what we’ll have together
once these things have changed
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