It is absolutely true
That love has stained me
From the inside
And the outside
I now look colorless
I now look hopeless
I now look helpless
Love has taken it all
My colors and my joys
My happiness and my peace of mind
Love has stained my body
Love has stained my soul
To the colors of the universe
I don't find anything new
I don't find anything extra
I am only playing hide and seek
I am probably living a meaningless life
Love has stained me
From the inside
And the outside
It has changed me completely
It has changed me by the whole
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