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Green was the milk
I drank in the night, that surrounds my whole body from leaves till fore sight Stones are just crushing by wind from the sand cause time like a tack is dying in hand Veins are just parts from guitar that loses its sounds not here, not far Red were the streets that swallowed my thirst blue was my eye when stars from the sky for ages are dead White was the paper from where they seek birth
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