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These days i fall in love with black.
With the pitch hue of the coal of the roads,
The trampled footprints on it that mix in broken rocks,
And men that walked down and never looked back,
These days I fall in love with black.

These days the nights seem too long—
But that’s okay, the peace is longer,
The cresent glow lights up the bedroom floor,
And I hear a strum of the tram in distant tracks,
These days I fall in love with black.

These days I cry too much somehow,
Every day it seems like a routine now,
Melancholy gripping silently until every light shuts down,
I don’t know maybe I feel too much back,
These days I fall in love with black.

These days my mind cannot stop—
Works late shifts without a drop,
It thinks and thinks and it’s convinced I’m not worthy,
Of escaping hatred and witnessing Dawn’s crack,
These days I fall in love with black.

These days I fall in love with black.
An aura that grips and holds me up,
In everlasting misty vagueness—
These days the days seem suddenly black,
These days I fall in love with black.