With faded inks, it's hardly to be seen.
Squeezing of the tube will not help at all.
The scar fingers just won't raised the brush.
The torn book which contains the story of two teens.
They were young at the moment, with lots of dreams.
Laughter and tears were just parts of the puzzle.
Sometimes the silents they made were so beautiful.
Sometimes the silents they made were so beautiful.
You'll able to hear the stars whispering to each other,
clouds creeping their way to cover the moon.
November will be like October, that way we celebrate earlier.
Purple will be like Black and we'll not be afraid anymore.
Everything will be so fine in the end.
So be safe, my friend.
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