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Black Gold

You died too young Your angels’ voice Your deep deep sorrow Don’t you know how I need you? You left too soon Your wicked heart Your drunk drunk love Don’t you know how I need you? You are from the black gold era Black is for your melancholy Gold is for your inexpressible soul You said goodbye too young Your golden tears in the paradise Your rousing heartbreak Don’t you know how I need you? You passed away too soon Your mysterious disappearance Your breathless dream brother Don’t you know how I need you? You are from the black gold era Black is for your melancholy Gold is for your inexpressible soul You fell asleep too young Your American breath Your rootless trailer trash Don’t you know how I need you? You gone to glory too soon Your curly dark hair Your heavenly muse Don’t you know how I need you?

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