You are the humming bird
I am in search of,
In my solitary skies.
I am in search of,
In my solitary skies.
I have brushed it
With myriad colours
Of sweet memories of you.
With myriad colours
Of sweet memories of you.
Without you,
Those very colours
Now look febrile.
Those very colours
Now look febrile.
When will you fly
Across my skies again
And bring colour
Back to those colours?
Across my skies again
And bring colour
Back to those colours?
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