Scooby Doo
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In green doubts these words are being formed,
In grey light I see trees getting bald,
In brown love the autumn leaves do fall,
In black notes I enter nature’s hall,
In blue hopes, the wind winds smoke of sighes,
In golden glory, the Sun’s so bright,
In dark despair, I have gotten blind,
In purple pain, I have no more might,
In silver dreams I am lost at night,
In red streams of blood my soul flows high,
In amber drops of dew tears I shed,
In white lies my trust is torn to sheds,
In colorless mood I keep walking
In the woods, searching for a rainbow.
In grey light I see trees getting bald,
In brown love the autumn leaves do fall,
In black notes I enter nature’s hall,
In blue hopes, the wind winds smoke of sighes,
In golden glory, the Sun’s so bright,
In dark despair, I have gotten blind,
In purple pain, I have no more might,
In silver dreams I am lost at night,
In red streams of blood my soul flows high,
In amber drops of dew tears I shed,
In white lies my trust is torn to sheds,
In colorless mood I keep walking
In the woods, searching for a rainbow.
