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  Grey
  
   
  Grey is my soul,  
Tainted, not black,  
Colour of the sky,  
Upon the trip back  
  
  
Grey is life,  
Constant strife,  
Colour of the knife.  
  
  
Grey are my dreams,  
Faith I have sold,  
Hope is a light,  
But, distant and cold.  
  
  
Grey shall run  
Without sun,  
Death shall be done.  
  
  
Grey is my sword,  
Heavy with guilt,  
Did I slay evil?  
Or a myth I built? 
 
            Thanks to Roger (Alacrity) Briant for this contribution! 
 
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