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The world of color now seems dark gray to Me. Not blind, but I've seen and I haven't gone Mad. Delusion and truth, not yet, but they'll draw near. Correcting the error, for I myself sowed Them. Just close your eyes, as if She's nearby, and the colors will Instantly come to mind. Truth brutally barges Into my life. I will accept it, I will Surely accept. As well as the new Alternation, where I'll Find a place for past love. A choir of thoughts through it, Barely audible. A phantom's sweet voice calls to me. If so, why isn't a poem about happiness Written? In firm handwriting And on cold water. Just close your eyes, as if She's nearby, and the colors will Instantly come to mind. Truth brutally barges Into my life. I will accept it, I will surely Accept. As well as the new Alternation, where I'll Find a place for past Love. Oh. I'm tired of writing and hoping for something. Regardless, the outcome won't be fair. Nothing ever, nothing ever will change. Enough believing And waiting for a magical Incoming call. Nothing ends, just a midlife crisis arrived, Not bypassed or day to last. Forty years is not a beaten record of loneliness. Oh. But the real limit of Unrequited and slavish Love. Just close your eyes, as if She's nearby, and the colors will Instantly come to mind. Truth brutally barges Into my life. I will accept it, I will surely Accept. As well as the new Alternation, where I'll Find a place for past love. Oh.