DARK SHADOWS
WHY I FEEL SO HURT
IN A HOT ROOM
FEEL LIKE A DESART
NO ONE KNOWS WHAT
PAIN I FEEL
LIKA CHILD LEFT FOR DEAD
AND NOBODY THERE
THE SKY IS BLUE
AND SOMETIMES BLACK
RAIN POURS WHO CAME COMPETE WITH THAT
THE CLOUDS FORM INTO SHAPES
THE RAINBOW APPPEARS WITH IS SO GREAT
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