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That pigment still lines the garden wall
The sun can’t bleach it after all
Your color’s sewn into my seams
It’s the thread that weaves my dreams
We ran a brush across the doorway
Your laugh a note I still replay
The summer gave a coat of gold
But time has made the color cold
Now the paint is cracked and bare
The weather wore away the glare
I can trace the shape you drew
It stays alive like morning dew
That pigment still lines the garden wall
The sun can’t bleach it after all
But your color stays the only sign
I find its trace on every line
That pigment still lines the garden wall
The sun can’t bleach it after all
Your color’s sewn into my seams
It’s the thread that weaves my dreams
Now the paint is cracked and bare
The weather wore away the glare
I can trace the shape you drew
It stays alive like morning dew
That pigment still lines the garden wall
The sun can’t bleach it after all
But your color stays the only sign
I find its trace on every line
That pigment still lines the garden wall
The sun can’t bleach it after all
Your color’s sewn into my seams
It’s the thread that weaves my dreams
