There's a lighthouse by the pier.
Black clounds. And bright walls.
Have you been there.
I wasted all those years.
By a night light. A fals hope.
And curtains of fear.
And the road. Leads to despair.
I know. Cause I've been there.
Break my colors if you declair.
The war has been going on for years.
Distorded shadows that we share.
Black white and yellow.
Does anyone care.
Clothed me. But left me bare.
Drank my wine and water.
And cut of my hair.
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