To live with a broken dream
To sleep with a dying smile
Is to rise with an open heart
And know that
The colour of grief is yellow
And that it will stay, no matter what
And that
Is the colour you need the most.
To sleep with a dying smile
Is to rise with an open heart
And know that
The colour of grief is yellow
And that it will stay, no matter what
And that
Is the colour you need the most.
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