Grey is quiet thinking on a cloudy day,
the soft taps of rain on the window pane.
Grey is somber apathy,
the brush of a passing stranger.
Grey is a rambling down secluded streets,
the crack of gravel underfoot.
the crack of gravel underfoot.
And the numbness when your tears run dry,
that's gray too.
that's gray too.
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