As I walk away,
I will remember you,
As you live each day,
Worry not how I do
Dark days are over,
There is light at the end,
Drunk? I am sober,
My hourglass still have sand
Your blueness I will not miss
Neither will I your black or white
Such colours of peace
In my bed they are alright
A new skin I got,
Snake? That is a good metaphor
By the grace of God
I will walk away and go to before
Remember me, you must
Your eyes, though, must not cry
I have not swallowed the dust
Let me die
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