Breathe
deep the gathering gloom, watch lights fade from every room. Bedsitter
people look back and lament, another day's useless energy
spent. Impassioned lovers wrestle as one, lonely man cries for love and
has none. Senior citizens wish
they were young.Cold hearted orb that rules the night, removes the
colours from our sight. Red is grey and yellow white. But we decide which
is right. - The Moody Blues
Model wears own clothes.
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