When the cloud was dark and blue
You were not there to infuse me with hue
Alone and miserable, I begot the fate of the Virgin Mary
To suffer shall I in this world, never to be making merry
Yet, with time, I did grow and ripen
Opening my memories to those wounds, I remained heartbroken
Only to find that time can be cruel
What are left are only tears to marvel
At the emptiness you left with your pranks
Shall I surrender to the demons after looting the banks?
When the cloud was dark and blue
I saw the meaning of your plays through and through!
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