Thanks God... There's still the blue.
Other colors, they run into gray.
The misty of our hearts,
seeding hours of hope.
See... I almost can touch.
There's a silence that still waits...
No a winter to cold us forever...
With a fever in entwined hands.
A kiss sealed beyond our castles,
Where we got rid of our clothes.
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