Purple

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Lilac blowing through the warm summer air
Hint of your perfume
The smell of your hair
Sun is setting and the crows all cry
Electrical storm forming in the sky
Got a hurt inside that I just gotta heal
All I can do is feel, feel, feel
Day is dying and the night is born
Baby don’t leave me so lovelorn ~ The Eels, Lilac Breeze

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