You
You colour my soul
in monochrome
like a pageant from the past.
You move me
like a movie
shot in black-and-white.
You view me
like a low-slung Samsung
video camera
hanging loose from a tripod
in the coolest studio
of our days...
I think you're all right.
But you know,
I've always preferred plays.
You colour my soul
in monochrome
like a pageant from the past.
You move me
like a movie
shot in black-and-white.
You view me
like a low-slung Samsung
video camera
hanging loose from a tripod
in the coolest studio
of our days...
I think you're all right.
But you know,
I've always preferred plays.
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