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Where the black berates the whites and barricades are crossed that colour without when rain gathers for release like a slightly grubby fleece that squelchy grey that matters the outsider that pines for other hues the memory it confused Shadow contorts its form intense in its opinion bland has joined the band The future aint bright its lazing in the shades

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