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Leslie's mort.
I color the gray, with my crays,
You graze my view, with your master card,
I color the sounds, with my yearning blur,
You cover my grounds, with your cold sour,
I color the sky, by depths of my eyes,
You cast heap clays, under the clouds side,
I play sailor dreams, in illusions strays,
You handle oceans' waves, to crash cravings' way,
I color the senses, with my eyes closed,
You color the floor, with your blood wars,
You color my dolor, anytime anyways,
I ruin the colors in your lies,
So that erase your breed.
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