great truths and great lies
great are the stars that shine in the sky
night falls and comes the day
cruelty declines and falls no prey
good outnumbers the bad at last
so will it make me always say..?
be it good or bad in play
nothing i assume to be gray
be it longer or shorter ray
nothing i assume to be gray
wind blows and uproots the trees
no one could ever stop the breeze
finally the crossroads give me the way
nothing now that i pray
so will it make me always say..?
be its.......gray
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