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Orange is the color of my love Fragile orange wind in the garden Fragile means that I can hear her flesh Crying little rivers in her forearm Fragile is that I mourn her death As our limbs are twisting in her bedroom Lies lies lies Lies in her eyes Lies lies lies Lies in her eyes She tells me to close and count to ten As I wander freely through the forest Can I close and open once again? The question that I seek for reassurance Lies lies lies Lies in her eyes Lies lies lies Lies in her eyes Hound dogs crowing at the stars above Pigeons fall like snowflakes at the border Letras de cancionesShe kneels down and holds the frozen dove Moon drips like water from her shoulder Flies flies flies Flies from her eyes Flies flies flies Flies from her eyes Orange is the color of my love Fragile orange wind in the garden Fragile means that I can hear her flesh Crying little rivers in her forearm Fragile is that I mourn her death As our limbs are twisting in her bedroom From Letras Mania