Decameron
She doesn't see the day to day
No colours where the children play
She doesn't see the things she's sown
White crosses painted on the door
Cho: See me fly, see me cry, see me walk away
Every time the sun shines, to me it's a rainy day
He didn't see the summer go
Though he knew what the shadows know
He didn't see his arm grow old
He didn't feel his blood run cold
They listened to his voice grow pale
No stamps were on the morning mail
They all listened to the *white truck ring*
Words just didn't mean a thing
JY
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