Paint me in pain with a colour that seems very plain
while im on this lane i cannot seem to complain.
Never been on a plane but the plan is to fly all this pain that comes with no gain, while listening to Elaine i know my thoughts will never be in vain.
Colour me plain with paint that seems utterly plain.
GRATO
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Author:
Grato (Pseudonym) (
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