Color Decay

Little like the colors fade away.
 Right under
 Blind beginning of decay
 broad under
 Blind beginning of decay
 Little like the flowers of debate
 stood by me in trials
 Of moving into place
 stood by me in trials
 From gloom to grace.
 Straight up right now
 Is so wonderful
 Way beyond believe and dreams.
 
 Your voice is so beautiful.
 like the voice of quiet spring.
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 Little like the hours castaway.
 Why wonder
 Time ain't either here to stay
 why wonder
 Time will always pass away
 Little like the sewers that you made
 Run blindly through piles
 Off something disobeyed
 Run blindly through piles
 Off disgrace
 Straight up right now
 Is so wonderful
 Way beyond believe and dreams
 your voice is so beautiful
 Like the voice of summer breeze.