I love how the days are in color
Thrown up on the golden screen
And the nights in black and white
Unfold their mysterious meetings
In the back alleys of dreams
I think of orange the cheerful one
Who at midnight grieves to gray
But at dawn comes streaking back
I put it down to the sun
That love does not stay
Wandering and searching for the one
Who will follow it all the way through
The darkness to the final day
Pleading for mercy for one more day
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