Keela .

Black black black everyone wore black.
Blue blue blue only she wore blue
Laugh laugh gaff gaff gaff
She kept smiling.
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Winter the time of cold, the darkest time to hold. Blue goes down to grey, snow begins to stay. Leaves are wilting down, colors turn to brown. The sun begins to rise, the snow is not so wide. Leaves start to groom, winter time no longer blooms.
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Time flies like a rocket in the sky
Times flies like January to July.
Time flies which sometimes makes you cry.
Time flies even when you justify.
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The reminder of the past that does not last.
The joy that you feel, till it starts to peel.
The leaves in your brain, falling in shame.
The people you knew go down in the no lane, of sorrow and shame.
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The betrayal of people, is a sequel. The forming of clouds, swarming around.
The falling of rain, starting to gain.
The freezing temperature, seizing the worlds territory.
40 days of glory, that's a real story.
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A mock of the day that does not let you play, the change of the dawn down to day. The wilting of flowers go down in the shower the falling of trees stopping your way. The one controller controlling you, making you a bowling ball that tries to take her away. A hotspot that erupts when you try to feel joy, a blind spot that makes you feel this way.
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Maybe tomorrow I'll step outside, maybe tomorrow the door will open wide. Maybe tomorrow I'll go to work, maybe tomorrow my life won't be dirt.
Maybe tomorrow I'll take a shower maybe tomorrow my life won't be so sour. Maybe tomorrow I won't be a stranger to everyone. But everyday I said maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, maybe…..
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The joy when young,
The killjoy when old.
Wanting to grow up when you have youth
But mow your life down when you don't. Life is a time bomb, you never know when it will defuse. Life is a cycle The waking of a child,
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The shadows linger, they tickle your finger.
The sun sets, the moon gets caught in a net.
The silence hurts, and there nothing it is worth.
The darkness grows louder, your emotions grow sour.
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Slow slow, the building starts to grow
Sluggish, the buildings not so rubbish. Hurry, scurry, the walls start to spurrey. Rush, crush, such a shame.
Bulldozer, only a decomposer.
Shake shake the walls start to brake. Fall fall, the building not so tall as I recall. Crumble, crumble, the building stumbles down.
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Why can't we all just love,
just love like a dove.
Why do we have to hate each other,
Even if you saw them like a brother.
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