| Making Evenings |
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| Where is the color of my evening deep red |
| Lost in the middle of the morning rays, he said |
| Heading for the heart of a different sun |
| Hopeful and high and set to get one, now she’s gone |
| Dark park moon balloon, he said |
| Where is the light of my nighttime sky |
| Left in the morning without a goodbye |
| Heading for the heart of a different sun |
| Just in case she fails to get one, now he’s gone |
| Dark park moon balloon, he said |
| Dark park moon balloon, it’s bad |
