Rising steadily
Till at the peak of life
One stood.
Strange that one could only
Look backwards
The scape ahead was hazy
Through a murky glass
But suddenly you came
Into my sights
A pink sunshine bathed the land
La vie en rose
Then you left
From there it was
All downhill
All in a grey pall.
Till at the peak of life
One stood.
Strange that one could only
Look backwards
The scape ahead was hazy
Through a murky glass
But suddenly you came
Into my sights
A pink sunshine bathed the land
La vie en rose
Then you left
From there it was
All downhill
All in a grey pall.
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