Sometimes I wish to go back to the time
When my memories were only black and white
Now that they are a mix
Of all the colours that exist
I can´t see them clearly
Can´t I feel one colour for once?
Sometimes I wish to go back to the time
When my memories were only black and white
Now that they are a mix
Of all the colours that exist
I can´t see them clearly
Can´t I feel one colour for once?
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