dear you
the history doesn't rings true
i am losing out
and the mystery leaves more doubt so much been misunderstood
cause the cracks hardly reveal the truth
what you've seen wasn't merely me
once or twice is never enough to peek dear love, dear blue
dreaming dreams and thoughts overdue
colored in green, i wish i could sing
months without happiness that only you can bring these pictures are proof
those melodies are proof
those writings are proof
and this heart might still the same love-fool
cause it seeks the same heart-you
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