Soothing Blue Of Spring

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The color of love can be so blue
Sometimes it snows in âpre and the color is purple

The best is not present, then it's past again, then it comes back
Time is a wheel spinning round

I search for something to hold on to that I can trust
A sound shooting into me, feeling me, becoming me

The warm summer that eventually turns cold when you withdraw, leaving me along was the [?] stone

Blue turns winter black
The clouds move slowly
Dissolves at last and they leave a tip of blue

The Warm and Soothing Tip of Spring