I told you once that all my life, all my lives, were in black and white.
But what about the blue hue that stands in between, both ruler and slave to them.
What has become of the nights encumbered by fear and hope and ruin and creation?
Where are the masses demanding your prayers, where are the choirs chanting to you?
What has became of you that has tore us apart?
I am not one to admit defeat, but I don't see a triumph nearby, just merely gazing beyond....
When you are finally gone and you have finally came back, when will you start to realize that every ending begins anew and your departures are just comebacks from a faraway time?
Live to watch the beggining of the end so the ending can begin once more.
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