Pink mushrooms like pink mushrooms on faded dreams you came to me gently, with the soothing voice of a sweaty spring thank you, old friend for being able to be dark enough to see the hidden light in me who am I, old friend when the phone stops ringing And nobody needs me anymore if you made me who I am like pink mushrooms on faded dreams you left me softly, without any warning of the lack of color without your splendor
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