.Colliding in the stroboscope
Yes, now you see me; now you don't
Tonight I'm dressed in black
I mourn the death of colour>
Hopeless, crying in my wine
through happy hour; trace the lines
that crawl across my face
and 'round my eyes
Watch the ballerinas fly
on powder .
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