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Black Day

I see a line of cars And they're all painted black With flowers and my love Both never to come back I've seen people turn their heads And quickly look away Like a newborn baby It just happens everyday Paint It Black by The Stones Black Day My love and I shared blue skies, green grass red sunsets and white sands. Our rosy future was before us, she and I had much to live for and we lived each day in joy. One day she departed and our future is gone. I have nothing to live for. Every day is black.

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Date: 1/17/2025 7:39:00 AM
sombre write.."every day is black" it does feel that way sometimes doesn't it..thanks for visiting my page
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Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 1/17/2025 8:41:00 AM
Yes it does and you are welcome

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