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I open my eyes once more to loneliness My mood is like the gloom of the morning I look outside at the swans in the mizzle I admire the vivid colours of the rainbow It paints a nice picture across the gray sky .
Why do sweet songs end so quickly? And why do the blues hurt so badly? I can’t help reminiscing the starry night We were at a karaoke in New Kingston Soft music was playing and the guests were dancing .
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