Black Are the Flowers
Selling the rights to the key of the door to another plane
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Black are the seeds on my hand	
Black are the rays of the sun	
Black is the rain from the sky	
And black are the flowers	
I am the circle that spins out his fate as he slowly drowns
Descending through colours of darkening shades further underground
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I am the tongue that is dyed with the stains of his painted words
The echoes resound in a hole in the ground where they can't be heard
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Writer/s: Bid