| All colour is gone
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| Lost time speaks a silent tongue
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| A diluted sun looks down
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| On all the shadows cast wrong
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| All purpose bled out
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| Miscarried intentions ran amok
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| Pinholes of light blotted shut
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| Painted black
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| What is the purpose behind this
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| Life lived, loved, eventually lost
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| What is this vague emptiness
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| This vacant throne of dust
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| Still the colours are gone
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| Lost time and its silent tongue
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| The diluted sun gone out
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| No shadows cast any more
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| Through the years a beacon of memory
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| Shines forgotten and wak
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| Scattered debris of rcollection
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| Twisted by time’s deceit
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| What is the purpose behind this
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| Life lived, loved, eventually lost
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| What is this vague emptiness
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| This vacant throne of dust |