I'll meet you in the shade of gray
Where certainty has pushed away
My wicked thoughts from my desire
To get in front the line of fire
Where beauty coexists with truth
And coin checked by crooked tooth
Will buy you wishful Paradise
Where David stands uncircumcised
Goliath's dead, though, anyway
In black, in white, of course, in gray
The victory of highest grade
There is no doubt and no shade
But You and I, come on, my dear
We'll fight the fight without fear
But at the end of fighting day
I'll meet you in the shade of gray
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