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Blue

Tell me what's in store
When the worst gets over
Or shall the winds whisper
As the sounds of music play

A treat to the eyes
Salt n pepper, some old
Bruises go by and bruises stay
When the sun goes down 

Twinkletoes comes in
Run by the story
Shoo the silence away
Who needs the past's glory


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