He walks out into darkness.
In the middle of the day.
His black heart is unseen.
He's lost in a misty dream.
But when he stands alone.
In Nature's perfect love.
She strips away his colours.
She wears a necklace of rainbows.
On the edges of the fire.
She's walking to a dark beat.
The blackness of her soul.
But when she stands alone.
In Nature's perfect love.
She strips away her colours.
Based on Painted Orange's Colors.
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