Color Scheme
What can a child really do
When the life is unevenly screwed
What can a person really say
When all the light skies turn to gray
Hand and hand
Heart to soul
Evenly handed our hearts are the same gold
Seems the heat folds
And all the children cry
Can someone plesae wipe the tears from her eyes
But what does a child do
When life seem s through
Look in the mirror
Whats in me is you
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