People said
I'm crazy
'Coz I didn't
talk like they do
Calling me
insane was their second-favorite thing to do
Wherever
I've roamed
This opinion
has followed
Until I met
someone like you
You are a
tempest tossed silence
You are a
warm summer afternoon in May
You are
friends I will never forget
Because in
my black and white world
You
Are the only
colours
I will ever
need
The Bilge Master
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