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Division
(C) 1989 N.Thomas / D.Turner
Shades
of grey and misty pearl
Flowers in your hair
The colour
of our passion rides
Through autumns
rusty fair
Needs, and
all you wanted
Not a thought
for anyone
A careless,
righteous victim of
Your own obsessive
fun
Although I
try to hide myself
In spite of
this domain
And pieces
of my broken heart
I will pick
up again
You take your
half and fly away
A bargain
you might say
But I have
all I wanted
Now there's
nothing left to say
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