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This is how he'll end:
Everything's colored amber.
He was willing to ride, sober,
But his old words echo:
"You'll be the end,
This is the crack of breaking bone--
In the end this is not enough to atone."
He should have known in the end
That everything's the answer,
Deep in his brain--the vial of color,
A flash--to only be alone in the end.
This is what he'll remember.
In the end everything on his face, even anger,
Will die to make her better.
The race against time to find what he'll remember,
Those retreating footsteps, heavy as stone--
It only showed, it's colored amber.
Her screams, all the faces drained
Are colored amber;
Nothing's colored Amber.