When the day breaks
With the first touch of yellow
The cobalt boy
Will look up
And float
And melt into the sky
As a myriad colors rain
In violent drops of dawn
But nobody will miss him
For everybody is taking
The quiet monochrome night
Unnoticed
De mi cabeza a su mesa.
With the first touch of yellow
The cobalt boy
Will look up
And float
And melt into the sky
As a myriad colors rain
In violent drops of dawn
But nobody will miss him
For everybody is taking
The quiet monochrome night
Unnoticed
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