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Gray Skies
There's no time to buy
Fate will have her way
No wind can rescue these lost sails
The fog grows ever thick
Colors are losing names
Music never plays
Subtle things are changing
Or maybe they're disappearing
Can't tell if it's me
Or if it's the gray sky
Transcending reality
Fate will have her way
No wind can rescue these lost sails
The fog grows ever thick
Colors are losing names
Music never plays
Subtle things are changing
Or maybe they're disappearing
Can't tell if it's me
Or if it's the gray sky
Transcending reality
Published 8th Nov 2017
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