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peace at last


Orange and yellow, the morning sun shines, but i can't see it, i'm trapped inside

Purple and black, everyday your attack. Your fists rain on me, and I never hit back

Red everywhere, down on the floor, the blood flows from me, out every poor

Green and brown it was all around, the day they buried me in the ground

White all around but i'm not afraid, i get to see my real father today

 

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