Colours are ephemeral while her eyes are at my sight.
Life was a night without the moon, soaring in darkness.
Life was a dark tunnel seeking the light at end.
Life was no more without a light, when she streaked at my sight.
Life was no more without a light, when she streaked at my sight.
Blue blemishes bearing white.
Purple purges out the pure emotions.
It's her eyes that are revealed
And colours are ephemeral lasting at a flick.
Purple purges out the pure emotions.
It's her eyes that are revealed
And colours are ephemeral lasting at a flick.
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