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Fade From the shade that you see Every morning, every noon It's the color of this room Even with your eye unclear There's some kind of azure dust on your pillow Clouds Are painted on in difference A worn signpost for your dreamflight It's all about atmosphere There's some kind of azure dust on your pillow My secluded focus on trading shapes My elusive purpose holds its hiding place Drowsy missive underneath the painted May I missed the room change color From Letras Mania