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Orange, sunny afternoons Build me up But tear me down. Sometimes, it hits your hair and turns it To an awkward shade of brown. But then it travels to your eyes. It doesn’t infiltrate into or discolor Its deep, muddy pigment, indicating the feelings I have for the moment These orang...
