Black
I never liked black But I like her And she likes black So I fell inlove with the colour I fell inlove with her But she fell inlove, with someone else. Now I lay, dressed in all black, in my casket. Seeing her looking down at me, And saying she loved me. I never liked the colour black- But she loved it and I loved her, But she loved someone else... So I died with her favorite colour on So she could love me the way I loved her
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