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12/09/07
I see the signs,
Within every breath, every hand we hold.
I tried to measure the colors of the rainbow,
The love blind story that never seem to grow old.
But she have long grown old of the rainbow,
Heart, cold, from chasing for warmth.
Hear me, lost creature of beauty,
Love can be blind.
But not all the time…
Like people who believe that there isn't such a thing as true love.
I see the signs,
Within every breath, every hand we hold.
I tried to measure the colors of the rainbow,
The love blind story that never seem to grow old.
But she have long grown old of the rainbow,
Heart, cold, from chasing for warmth.
Hear me, lost creature of beauty,
Love can be blind.
But not all the time…
Like people who believe that there isn't such a thing as true love.
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