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| The Old Guitarist - Pablo Picasso |
Hues of Blues
I've heard the cab go
Windows closed
I've heard no sound
All was gone
All was gone
The sheets were cold and
pale
No colour in the
sky
Grey clouds passing by
Passing by
No hues in the morning
No song from the trees
No colour no sound but blues
No hues in the morning
No song from trees
No colour no sound without you
Oh, life has no hues
but blues
Life has no hues
No, life has no hue
without you
Oh, life has no hues
but blues
Life has no hues
Life has no hue
without you
